#idc I just NEED to get my thoughts out SOMEWHERE

[formulaonecrumbs]

no time to rest 🤒

Charles Leclerc x sick!reader

summary: charles wins a race. you show up to support him despite not feeling well.

warnings: illness, fatigue, heat exhaustion, hurt/comfort, soft charles

A/N: okay, this is my first time writing for charles EVER. so be nice. i’m still getting used to the dialogue for him, cuz he’s not in my top 5 drivers (which for me means idc about him and don’t know much about how he speaks and stuff NO HATE THO) but i’m learning french rn and need to put my skills somewhere 😭 so u get this. i hope it’s not the worst thing u’ve ever read. ENJOY, LOVES!!! MWAAHHH 💋💋

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you said you’d rest.

you’d looked up at him that morning with heavy eyes, curled into the corner of the couch like you were made of glass. wet towelettepressed to your burning forehead, hoodie sleeves tugged over your hands. you looked small. not in a cute way — in a quiet, hurting kind of way. like your body was barely holding itself together.

charles had crouched in front of you, gentle fingers brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

“ça va?”

you didn’t lie, exactly. you just nodded.

“i’ll rest,” you whispered. “i promise. go win, charles.”

he kissed your forehead. your temple. your knuckles.

“call me if you need anything.”

you’d nodded again, soft and tired, eyes slipping shut as he walked out the door.

he thought you’d stayed there. he hoped you would.

but you couldn’t. not today.

not when he was starting P2. not when he had a real shot. not when you knew how much this meant to him.

so you dragged yourself out of bed, ignored the screaming in your body, layered makeup over exhaustion, pulled on his ferrari jacket and made your way to the paddock. the walk alone nearly broke you. the sun was brutal. your head ached. your legs felt weak. but you made it.

you watched the race from the sidelines, heart in your throat the whole time. and when he crossed the finish line first, arms thrown in the air, you felt the swell of pride crush everything else.

he did it.

god, he did it.

you stayed at the edge of the crowd while the celebration exploded around him — mechanics cheering, champagne flying, team radio blaring in your ears. he looked so happy. it almost made you forget how much you were hurting.

almost.

it’s only when things calm slightly — the photos taken, the cameras pulled back — that he sees you. and the smile on his face falters just a little.

he walks over, still in his race suit, damp with sweat and champagne, and stops in front of you. brown eyes scanning your face, your posture, the way you’re leaning slightly to one side like it’s the only way to stay upright.

“you said you’d rest,” he says, voice low.

you try to smile. it’s shaky.

“and miss your win?”

he exhales, stepping closer. his hand settles on your hip, the other curling around your wrist. he’s not mad. not even close. he’s just… scared. because he knows you. knows your pain. knows what it costs for you to be here.

“you shouldn’t have come like this.”

“but i had to.”

“mon amour…”

he doesn’t say anything for a second, just pulls you into him, arms gentle around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. your body sighs against his like it’s been waiting to fall apart. your legs tremble a little, and he feels it.

“okay,” he says quietly. “okay. let’s get you somewhere quiet.”

he sneaks you away before the afterparty, wraps you in his hoodie in the back of the car, his fingers threaded through yours the whole ride. by the time you reach the hotel, you’re barely awake, your body crashing hard.

he helps you change, tucks you into bed with the lights dimmed and the air cool. the bed cover pulled up to your chin. meds already on the nightstand. he presses a kiss to your temple, then your shoulder, then your hand.

“next time, we win together,” he murmurs, his voice a promise. “but not like this. i want you to feel good when you see me on that podium. not like you’re breaking just to stand there.”

your eyes sting. but you’re too tired to cry. so you just nod and let him hold you, his arms around you, steady and warm, as sleep pulls you under.

THE END :>

[uramakimochi]

One Piece scenario:

A CELESTIAL DRAGON WANTS THEIR fem!S/O

- Zoro Sanji and Law x Reader -

Luffy Ace and Sabo version

Warnings: nothing just fluff, use of Y/n, FEM!R who is sweet and a bit of a crybaby in Zoro and Law ones but everyone cries in this anime so idc.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

ZORO

Zoro was lost. Again. But this is not new anyway, right?

After you and your crewmates friends had landed on an island to refuel, you had decided to separate into groups, so everyone was free to do what they wanted and then you would've met up again on the Sunny.

You wanted to go for a look and a walk and had asked Zoro if he wanted to accompany you. Now don't get me wrong, you and Zoro loved each other, but you always, always asked him if he wanted to join you when you wanted to do something or go somewhere, knowing his somewhat grumpy cat personality and knowing that he often preferred to remain alone. But if there was something that Zoro was very good at hiding, it was the affection he felt for you and he cared about spending time with you whenever there was the opportunity, especially because it wasn't every day that it was just the two of you alone, without feeling the presence and gaze of your companions on you (you actually didn't care that much, Zoro was the one who was embarrassed to show his love in public).

So when you asked him that question he didn't think twice.

"You think i'll let you wander around by yourself in a place we don't know, as if it's nothing? Absolutely not. I'll come with you" he had said, making you giggle.

Zoro was protective, but when it came to roads and orientation it was better for him to keep quiet. In fact who, between the two of you, was the one that had gotten lost without even realizing it, after turning around just for a second and losing sight of the other?

Zoro let out a sigh, squeezing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, closing his eyes.

"Great. How am i going go find her now?" he wondered to himself, even though something inside him already told him that you would've been the one to find him first. As usual.

But Zoro didn't want to sit still and wait. No, you wanted him to spend some time with you so he would've done anything to find you and make up for lost time, no matter what the cost. Zoro was loyal to Luffy before anyone else, but you came right after him and he would have done everything to make you happy.

So the swordsman could do nothing but start walking again and in the meantime he asked passers-by if they had met you somewhere.

“Have you by any chance seen a girl around this height, she's wearing…” Zoro kept saying, describing your appearance. "She looks like she's always happy, she's like a walking smiley, you know what i mean?"

But everyone he met shook their heads, apologized and told him they had never seen you. But Zoro didn't give up and continued searching.

As he walked he would listen every now and then, hoping to hear your voice, but all he heard were people's gossip that he didn't care about. But then something caught his attention.

"I heard that a Celestial Dragon arrived at the port just now" a man murmured, and the one he was talking to looked at him with worried eyes.

"Oh no, but what is he doing on our island?"

Zoro stopped in his tracks to listen to the two citizens.

"I have no idea, but i don't want to know either. I think i'll go and hide in my house until he's gone" replied the first.

"You're right. Maybe it's best to warn the others" said the second one and then Zoro saw them hurrying away.

Shit. He thought. All we needed was a World Noble too.

He had to hurry. He had to find you first and then together you would go and tell Luffy and the others. Although Zoro normally would have had no problems about facing a Celestial Dragon, unfortunately he knew it was best to let it go, given the consequences of what had happened in Sabaody.

Zoro started walking again and this time faster. Yet it seemed to him that he had already passed that pharmacy twice... Had he continued to go around in circles??

Until suddenly...

"Let me go!"

Zoro froze, believing it was just his imagination, for a second, but noticed that slowly around him, people were falling silent. Some even seemed to be running away.

Then the voice continued.

"No! Let me go! Please!"

No, there was no doubt. That was you. And you seemed in danger. Zoro ran in the direction your voice came from, which didn't seem far away fortunately. And when he arrived on site, the scene that appeared before him was not a pleasant one, at all.

In the midst of some people who were kneeling with their foreheads pressed to the ground, a Celestial Dragon himself watched with a smug smile as one of his bodyguards tried to drag you away, pulling you by the arm.

"Stop complaining woman, i've made up my mind now!" exclaimed the noble. "You will be my new wife!"

You shook your head.

"No, i can't! Please!" You exclaimed, trying to free your arm from the bodyguard's grip, but failing. "I don't want to!"

The Celestial Dragon ignored you and turned to look at the other bodyguard.

“You have a collar here, right?” he asked and your eyes widened when you saw the man nod.

"Yes sir"

"Well, what are you waiting for?? Put it on her so she'll stop!"

When you saw the other bodyguard take out the collar they used for the slaves, you felt like your heart fell down.

You immediately started kicking, trying to free yourself with all your strength. You didn't want to wear that stupid collar, you didn't want to die, and you definitely didn't want to get married to anyone other than Zoro. Damn it, where the hell was Zoro when you needed him?! Did he have to get lost just now?? And there wasn't even a shadow of your friends around there.

The bodyguard holding you tightened his hands around your wrists to block your arms and then with a kick to the back of your knees he made you kneel on the ground. You squinted in pain for a few seconds, but didn't give up.

"Don't do it, please! I don't want to! Leave me alone!"

The one with the collar got closer and closer to you and you saw with teary eyes the Celestial Dragon behind him, who was looking at you with an almost maniacal look, happy to have found new prey.

You closed your eyes, trying to move your face away from the collar.

SWISH!

The people around you let out murmurs of shock and you opened your eyes when you heard the familiar sound of a sword slashing through the air.

"Zoro!"

You smiled when you saw his figure positioned in front of you, one of his swords pointed straight at the throat of the one who was about to collar you.

"Oi. What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked menacingly.

The Celestial Dragon widened his eyes, surprised that someone was opposing him.

"Who are you?! How dare you?!"

Zoro shifted his icy gaze to the Celestial Dragon.

"I should be the one asking you that" the swordsman replied in a low and calm tone of voice, unlike the murderous look with which he was looking at him. “How dare you think that she wants to become the wife of someone as despicable and disgusting as you?”

You felt your heart pounding with emotion as you looked at Zoro with shining eyes. It wasn't the first time Zoro defended you, but every time you saw him act like that, it warmed your heart.

"Now i'll suggest something to you" he continued, taking out the second sword and pointing it at the bodyguard who was pinning you to the ground. "Let her go and there will be no serious consequences. Understood?"

The noble gritted his teeth angrily, looking at his two bodyguards.

"Don't you dare obey him, do you hear me!? I am a Celestial Dragon, i'm the one who decides here! And that woman will become my wife!" he exclaimed, pointing a finger at you.

Then you saw him take out a gun and after loading it, he pointed it at Zoro's face.

"Get out of my way! You'll pay for threatening me!" he shouted and your eyes widened.

"ZORO!"

BANG! BANG!

It all happened in a matter of seconds. Zoro dodged the bullets as if it were nothing and with a swing of his sword, he made a cut on the Celestial Dragon's legs and everyone's eyes widened when they saw him fall to the ground screaming in pain, while the bubble covering his head burst. Next, Zoro turned towards the two bodyguards and after cutting the first one in the chest, cutting at the same time the collar he was holding, with one move he appeared behind the one holding you, cutting him on the back.

Zoro put the swords away and then lowered his head to look at you.

“Y/n, are you okay?” He asked slightly worried, helping you to your feet.

You wasted no time and threw yourself against his body, tightening your arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. Zoro's eye widened and he felt his cheeks growing warmer as the seconds passed, but he recovered when he felt your tears wetting his chest, accompanied by the sound of your sniffles.

"O-Oi" he called, placing a hand on your cheek and pulling your face away so he could look you in the eyes. "What's wrong?"

You sniffed, looking at him with teary eyes and clutching your hands on his robes, crying like Chopper usually did.

“I-I'm sorry it’s just that…” you sobbed. "I was s-scared! I was so scared Zoro! I d-didn't want to marry him and become h-his slave! I didn't w-want him to take me away from you! T-Thank you for saving me!"

Zoro looked at you silently and then let out a small sigh. Then he placed his hand on the back of your head and held you close again, this time leaving a kiss on your hair.

"I will never let anyone take you away from me" he whispered next to your ear. "Never, Y/n. Do you hear me?"

You nodded, continuing to cry against his body.

After a few seconds Zoro pulled away to wrap an arm around your waist and hold you against his body, while you wiped the last tears from your face.

"Now we'd better go to the others" he said. "If anyone calls the Navy, we're screwed"

And as he passed by the body of the Celestial Dragon, who was still crying in pain with his legs bloodied, Zoro looked at him with an icy gaze, but said nothing. Last time, it was Bonney who had stopped him from killing Charloss, but this time only Luffy's words, had he been present, would have stopped him. Anyone who dared to harm you would've suffered the consequences.

"Zoro" you called him shyly.

"Mh?"

"The port is that way" you replied, pointing in the right direction with a finger.

"Ah… Yeah of course, i knew that" he muttered and you giggled, resting your head against his shoulder.

SANJI (my personal favorite, i love this man so much and i won't tolerate any Sanji slander on my page, i'm warning you🫵🤺)

Even though Sanji was the kind of boyfriend who never wanted to leave you alone for a second and would do anything and i mean anything for you, in that moment he was shopping alone to find some food. You told him that you wanted to go shopping alone, but you promised him that it wouldn't have taken too long and you would 've met up a little later. So Sanji reluctantly let you go and in the meantime he was wandering around the various stalls in the market, he was also looking for something nice to give you as a surprise.

At that moment he was just fantasizing about the surprised look and red cheeks you would've gotten as a reaction to his gesture of affection. Yes, you were the first to fall in love with him, but he fell even harder for you and everyone knew this.

"Aah i can't wait to see my lovely Y/n's face when she sees this" Sanji sighed with a dreamy smile, not noticing the slightly confused look of the merchant in front of him.

And Sanji could already imagine what you would've said to him after receiving the gift.

"Sanji... You really shouldn't have. Who knows how much it cost you..."

And he would have gently taken your hand and after kissing the back of it, he would have simply answered you.

"My sweet Y/n, i would give you the sun, the moon and all the stars in the sky if only i could do it. I don't care how much money i spend, because the love i feel for you will always be greater. I do it with pleasure"

Sanji chuckled to himself, looking forward to reuniting with you and spoiling you like he always insisted on doing.

"SANJIII!"

Sanji snapped out of his daydream when he heard a familiar voice calling out to him and when he turned he saw Chopper running towards him.

"What is it Chopper?" he asked him. "Is everything okay?"

The reindeer stopped in front of him and looked at him with a fearful expression.

"Something terrible has happened!" he panted between words. "Y/n is in trouble! You have to help her!"

As soon as Sanji's brain connected your name and the word 'trouble', the loving look in his eyes faded to give way to one of worry.

"What?! What happened to Y/n?!" he asked frantically. "Tell me Chopper!"

Chopper looked at him with shining eyes and a trembling lower lip.

"A-A Celestial Dragon has come to this island and-and..." he sobbed. “Y/n w-was about to leave, but he s-saw her and he said… H-He said he wants to make her h-his slave!”

Sanji froze and remained silent for a few seconds, while the only audible sound was Chopper's sobs.

"W-What... What..."

Until...

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAAAYYYYY?!?!"

Chopper raised his eyes to look at the blonde and opened them wide when he saw his body covered in flames. Sanji screamed with clenched fists and the people around him looked at him in fear of his behavior.

"A CELESTIAL DRAGON WANTS TO MAKE MY Y/N HIS SLAVE?!? OH, HE JUST HAS TO TRY! THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN! NEVER!"

Sanji then whipped around to look at Chopper with a murderous glare and gritted teeth.

"Where is that bastard?! And where is my sweet Y/n?!?"

Chopper pointed with a shaking hoof in the direction and before Sanji could run, the reindeer said one last thing to him.

"Y-You have to hurry! The Celestial Dragon said t-that... That he wants Y/n to be his n-new wife!"

"HIS NEW WHAAAT?!?"

Chopper screamed in fear when he saw the cook's body literally explode in the flames, overcome by complete fury. Chopper remembered that time in Thriller Bark, when Absalom had kidnapped Nami and wanted to marry her. The situation wasn't that different, but this time it was about you, Sanji's girlfriend, his one and only true love. Sanji, like Zoro, was a very, veeery protective guy, especially when it came to you. And the anger he was feeling right now was in no way comparable to anything he had faced so far.

"MY BELOVED Y/N WILL NEVER BE THE WIFE OF A CELESTIAL DRAGON! SHE WILL NEVER BE THE WIFE OF ANYONE BUT ME! I WILL MAKE THAT PERVERTED MANIAC PAY FOR EVEN TOUCHING HER!"

And with a battle cry, Sanji began running at full speed in the direction Chopper had pointed, leaving a trail of smoke behind him.

"Y/N MY DEAR! I'M COMING!"

Meanwhile, you were trying to rebel against the grip of one of the Celestial Dragon's guards, who was dragging you towards the port, where his ship was.

"I can't be your wife!" You exclaimed, trying to plant your feet on the ground. "I already have a boyfriend! Please, let me go!"

You continued to struggle and scream, even though you knew that unfortunately all the people around you could not and did not have the courage to do anything to stop a World Noble.

The Celestial Dragon himself turned towards you, causing you to stop in your tracks and he looked at you with an annoyed look.

"Slap her" he ordered another of his guards.

You didn't even have time to reply that-

SMACK!

Your face was abruptly turned away and your eyes widened, but you couldn't even touch your cheek with one hand as both of your arms were stuck in the guard's hands.

"This is what you get" the Celestial Dragon hissed, looking at you with narrowed eyes. "Now you will be quiet and good and you will come with me. You will become my wife and you will be my slave, forev-"

"STAY AWAY FROM HER!"

You would have been able to recognize that voice everywhere.

In a flash you saw the fiery figure of Sanji flying towards one of the guards and with a kick straight to the face, he was thrown away, flying back many meters. Then he turned and before focusing on you, his gaze fell on the other guard's hands that were wrapping around your arms.

"You…" he hissed, gritting his cigarette between his teeth "Get your filthy hands off my Y/n, right now!"

And with another kick, the man holding you was also thrown away as if nothing had happened, while you fell to the ground, taken aback.

Sanji crouched down to help you stand up, but as soon as his eyes fell on your face, he noticed the reddish imprint of the slap that was left on your cheek and you saw him grit his teeth.

"Sanji?" You murmured worriedly, but he didn't listen to you and slowly stood up, turning towards the Celestial Dragon.

"Now listen to me carefully..." he said slowly, starting to walk towards him.

Damn, he's really angry. You thought.

"A woman should never be touched even with a flower. I don't give a damn if you are a Celestial Dragon. You dared to harm not only a woman, but you dared to harm my woman. And anyone who dares to touch my Y/n, will have to deal with me!"

The Celestial Dragon opened his eyes wide, visibly scared and pulled out a gun, loading it and pointing it at Sanji. But before he could even shoot, Sanji kicked him and the noble's body was thrown against the wall of a house, as he let out a scream.

The citizens who were watching remained silent, amazed by what had just happened before their eyes.

Sanji then turned again and ran towards you.

"My sweet Y/n!" he exclaimed, taking your hands in his and helping you up. "Are you okay?? Forgive me, if only i had known earlier what was going to happen-"

"Sanji" you called, interrupting him.

"Yes?"

You looked at him with a sweet smile and placed a hand on his cheek.

"It's okay, i'm fine"

"B-But..." he retorted, also stretching out a hand towards your face and delicately touching the mark of the slap with his fingertips. "They hurt you, my love"

"It doesn't hurt that much anymore, really" you reassured him. "The only thing that matters is that we're together, right?"

Sanji hesitated for a couple of seconds, but then he let go and smiled.

You took both of his hands, clasping them in yours.

"Thank you for saving me" you said. "I really didn't want to go with him"

Sanji brought your hands to his lips, kissing the back of them and when he looked at you, you saw nothing but eyes full of love and devotion.

"I will always save you, Y/n. And if anyone still wants to come between us, they'll have to go over my dead body first. I swear"

You felt your cheeks heat up and looked at him with a small, sheepish smile, but then you leaned over to give him a small but loud kiss on the cheek.

"My hero. I love you, Sanji"

His face immediately turned red and Sanji began to twirl around, his eyes shaped like hearts.

"WAAAH I LOVE YOU TOO MY SWEET Y/N~"

You giggled, but then he stopped and he looked at you with a sweet smile, handing you something.

"Oh, i almost forgot... I got you a present, my dear"

LAW (sorry if this one sucks, i'm not used to writing about him because he's not my favorite character)

Law was a bit like Zoro. Usually he preferred to remain closed inside the Polar Tang, studying new treatments and medicines or even just reading a book. The most important thing for him was to stay away from noisy people who disturbed his eardrums. Cough cough... Like Luffy... Cough cough...

But when you were the one asking him if he wanted to go somewhere with you... Law didn't refuse, he just couldn't. He always acted like the tough guy, but all it took was for you to make sweet eyes at him and he would give up with a sigh.

So you and Law found yourself wandering around the city together, with you dragging him by clasping one of his two hands in both of yours and him following you without resisting.

"Do you think we could get a present for Bepo?" You asked suddenly, turning to Law.

He looked at you confused.

“Why should we buy something for Bepo?”

“Because he's sooo cuteee” you said, sticking out your lower lip in a tender pout. "And he's always so kind and always apologizes even when he doesn't need to. I think we should do a kindness for him every now and then"

“Y/n-ya i don’t-”

"But Shachi and Penguin should have a gift too..." you then muttered to yourself, ignoring the surgeon's irritated look. "And if we buy some gifts for them, then we have to get some for the rest of the crew too..."

“Y/n-ya-”

"Yes, that can be done. Let's buy gifts for everyone"

“Y/n!” Law exclaimed and you turned to look at him, not understanding the reason for his irritated expression. When he called you only by your name without the suffix, it meant he was serious.

Law let out a sigh. The truth was that you were simply too good and generous and although that was one of the reasons why Law fell in love with you, you often didn't think about the fact that doing kind deeds for others didn't always lead to good consequences. In the New World there were no people who would accept your gifts just to make peace, your good heart risked putting you in danger. And Law just wanted to keep you safe, he had already lost too many people in his life.

And then, the most important reason was...

"With what money do you think you can buy all the presents for Bepo and the others?" he asked you, tilting his head.

You looked at him silently and then let out a small, embarrassed laugh.

"Uhm... With the one you would lend me...? Because you love me...?"

Law stared at you in silence.

“I would give it all back to you, of course!” you hastened to add. "I would never want to take advantage of you, Law! You know that, right?"

Law let out yet another sigh and then reached into his pocket, pulling out a handful of berries, which he then handed to you.

"Just this once. I won't buy gifts for the others anymore"

You are the only exception. He wanted to add at that moment, but refrained from commenting.

You, however, smiled and after taking the money you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks Law~” you said and he looked away, his cheeks red.

And while you were carefully analyzing which stuffed animal to buy for Bepo, because you knew he would've liked it as a gift, with Law behind you watching you patiently, suddenly the sound of a shot rang through the air.

BANG!

The people around you let out frightened screams and you and Law whipped around to see what had just happened.

"Kneel! Everyone!" a voice shouted. "Didn't you see who is in front of you?!"

Your eyes widened when you saw none other than a World Noble a few meters away from you, waving a gun in the air as if nothing had happened. And all the people around him threw themselves on their knees, obeying without a word.

"Aaah!" someone else shouted.

You saw a woman and a little girl kneel next to the body of a man bleeding from the chest, lying at the noble's feet.

"Someone help him! Someone help my husband! Please!" the woman cried desperately, looking around, but no one lifted a finger. They were too scared of ending up like him.

You watched the scene with a broken heart, realizing that it was the Celestial Dragon who shot that poor man, probably because he had just happened to find himself in his path. But nothing gave him the right to shoot innocent people at will!

“Law…” you murmured, looking up at him.

Law didn't say anything, but with one hand he made you step back, bringing you behind his body.

"We'd better leave" he said in a low voice. "I don't want to get in trouble..."

“But-” you tried to say, but Law turned to look at you.

“Y/n-ya” he called to you seriously. "We can't do anything for him. The Celestial Dragons have always done this and we are nobody to stop them"

You looked at him silently, but you felt your eyes become teary at his words. He was right, but... It was unfair.

"I'm sure as soon as he leaves someone will treat that man" Law then continued in a softer tone, as he wanted to reassure you.

You nodded understandingly and Law grabbed your wrist, wanting to walk in the direction you left the submarine. You would have gotten the gifts elsewhere. Leaving was the priority now.

"Hey! You two!"

Law let out a soft curse and stopped in his tracks when he heard the voice of the Celestial Dragon calling out to you.

"Why didn't you kneel down like everyone else?" the man asked, approaching. “Do you dare to walk away in the presence of a World Noble?”

Law gritted his teeth and gently pushed you behind him again, his other hand gripping his sword.

Before he could use his powers or do anything else though, you stepped past him to look at the noble.

"You don't deserve our respect!" you exclaimed.

Law, the Celestial Dragon and all the citizens around you widened their eyes when they saw you approaching in a menacing manner the Celestial Dragon's face, covered by his bubble.

“I will not kneel for a person who shoots innocent people for pleasure!”

Law grabbed your arm, trying to pull you back, but you didn't give up.

"What you nobles do is unfair!"

Law pulled you back next to him and turned to look at you with panicked eyes.

"Y/n! What's wrong with you?!" he exclaimed, but you looked at him with determination, clenching your fists at your sides. "Are you crazy?!"

“You know…” the voice of the Celestial Dragon then interjected and both you and Law turned to look at him. "Right now i would have killed you for daring to speak to me like that, so close to my face. But since you are a beautiful woman, i will not kill you. Not yet..."

You saw his open eyes, probably shocked by your attitude, but little by little his expression changed into a mischievous smile that sent a shiver down your spine.

"No... I have decided, you will become my new wife"

"What?!"

Your eyes widened and Law gritted his teeth.

“Yes, you will be my personal slave” the noble continued, taking a step towards you. “You will prepare food for me, you will always follow me everywhere and you will sleep with me~”

"That's enough!"

You stepped back as Law drew his sword, standing in front of you.

The Celestial Dragon bodyguards drew their guns too, but just before they could fire, Law raised a hand.

"Room!"

Immediately the blue bubble of his power encompassed everyone in it, including some citizens, but you knew that the surgeon's only targets were the Celestial Dragon and his bodyguards.

Swiftly moving his sword, Law split the body of the Celestial Dragon and the bodyguards into many small pieces that fell to the ground and the people around you let out screams of fright.

"AAAH! What happened to me?!" screamed the Celestial Dragon, or rather, just his head.

Law approached his head and picked it up, tossing it in the air a couple of times, as if it were a game.

"Put the pieces of my body back together immediately! I order you!" the noble shouted, looking at Law with tears in his eyes.

Law, however, looked at him without showing the slightest compassion.

"No" he said sternly. "This is what you deserve"

Then he dropped his head and kicked it, causing it to end up who knows where, while the Celestial Dragon let out a final cry that got further and further away.

Meanwhile, you ran to the man who had been injured by the Celestial Dragon and gave him an encouraging smile.

"Don't worry" you said. "Now they will take you to the hospital and everything will be fine. You just have to hold on"

Law clenched his fists and watched you call out for someone who could take the man to the hospital and luckily two men loaded him onto a stretcher, taking him away and his wife and daughter, after thanking you, followed them.

Behind him, you approached Law with your hands on your hips and a proud smile on your lips.

"Well that was fun!" you said chuckling, referring to what had happened to the noble.

"No, it wasn't fun at all!" Law exclaimed turning to you.

Your smile slowly disappeared from your face when you saw his angry look.

"I told you not to do anything, Y/n-ya! But you never listen to me! If someone called the Navy now we'll have to run before we get in trouble with an Admiral!"

You felt your eyes get teary and you looked down in shame.

"You can't rebel against a World Noble, because they can do whatever they want! If i hadn't been there you would be on his ship right now with a collar around your neck and you would be his slave!"

You closed your eyes and a couple of tears ran down your cheeks. You never liked seeing him angry, especially when he was angry with you, but he was right so you didn't say anything.

"But above all..." Law then said and when you felt his hands rest on your shoulders, you jumped slightly and reopened your eyes to look at him, finding his eyes fixed on yours. "You risked your life, do you understand? I know you are a good soul, but you are too good for this world, Y/n. You need to be more careful with the people you meet in your life, because not everyone will be willing to listen your words and apologize"

You felt your heart pounding in your chest. And the more you looked into his eyes, the more you realized that little by little the anger in his gaze was turning into concern, especially from how he was lightly tightening his hands on your shoulders.

“Law i…” you murmured, bringing your hands to your chest, then lowering your head. "I'm sorry. Y-You're right, forgive me. It was foolish and impulsive of me..."

You heard Law let out a sigh and his hands left your body.

“I'm sorry too” he murmured, lowering his spotted hat over his eyes. "I didn't mean to get mad at you. I was just... Worried"

You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he gently took your hand, stroking it with his thumb.

"I've lost too many people in my life and... I don't want to lose you too. I'll be damned if i'll let anything happen to you. I promise Y/n"

You looked at him in silence with your eyes open and after a few seconds you smiled at him, wiping the tears from your face.

"And i promise i'll be more careful Law" you said with a determined smile, squeezing his hand. "So you won't have to worry about me anymore"

You saw one corner of his mouth curve upwards slightly, under the shadow of his hat.

"I don't think you'd last a day without me" he retorted.

You opened your eyes and mouth wide, acting as if you were shocked.

"How dare you insinuate something like that?? Do you really think i'm that incompetent? Well, i'll show you!"

You turned on your heel ready to walk away and prove him wrong, but you stopped when you realized something.

"Um…" you said, slowly turning towards him with a shy smile. "Do we still have time to buy the presents for everyone? Or do we really have to leave?"

Law looked at you silently with his arms crossed, but then he smiled again, reaching out to you.

"I saw nicer stuffed animals on the other side" he said, tilting his head towards another direction of the market. "Just don't take too long to choose which one to get. You can also buy one for yourself, if you want"

You smiled toothily and with a giggle and red cheeks you took his hand in both of yours, dragging him towards the place he had indicated and he let himself be led without saying anything, still with a soft smile.

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[paracosmic-murdock]

vigilante like me

chapter eight: we could be the way forward, and i know i'll pay for it

pairing: matt murdock x black widow!vigilante!reader

summary: nights and nights of playing the hero as if that could redeem you that easily ended up taking you to new york, where you accidentally met the man who would turn your world upside down. a vigilante like you.

warnings/tags: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, injuries, mentions of murder and themes explored in the past couple chapters, mentions of reader being able to wear matt's clothes but it's not specified whether they're too big/too small/fit perfectly/etc., phd in applied flirting and ma in yearning studies, some smut (minors dni), takes place sometime during the blip, when born again comes out we might find out if my decisions of who were gone were right, spoilers/references of stuff and themes from daredevil (2015); avengers: infinity war (2018); avengers: endgame (2019) black widow (2021); and hawkeye (2021), but y'all must've watched all of those already so idc, yelena belova and the themes and events from the black widow (2021) movie are very relevant in this plot, song: cowboy like me (taylor swift)

word count: 3.6K

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“You alright?”

Matt nodded. “Yeah, why?”

“You're just acting weird,” you commented. “Are you sure you're alright?”

“I am, yes.”

“Okay,” You let it go, not quite convinced but also not wanting to keep him from leaving any longer. “So, you're going out now?”

“Uh, I guess.”

You pursed your lips. “Okay.”

“Are you alright?”

“Perfectly fine.”

The two of you sat in silence, both clearly hiding something, neither daring to give anything away.

“You went out,” Matt noted.

Your heart jumped in its place, which made him frown. Were you that affected at the thought of him knowing what you were up to?

“How do you know that?” you asked him, almost knowing the answer already.

“I smell a different fabric softener,” he replied. “Mine doesn't have any smell, and yours is coconut. There's also gunpowder. Coffee, the good one. Those weren't here before I left.”

You nodded. “I needed my clothes. And to protect myself in case they come for me… you know I couldn't take a punch if my life depended on it.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Matt sat beside you. “I could've gone with you.”

“No,” You shook your head. “I don't want them going after you. I know they couldn't take you, but I'd rather not risk it.”

“Okay,” Matt replied. “Anything else you'd like to talk about?”

“Such as…?”

“Are you going out again?”

“I'm not,” you lied, and, for the first time, Matt heard your heart beat faster. “Are you?”

“Yes, like every night.”

You put your head on his shoulder. “What's wrong with you? You're acting weird.”

“I'm just worried about you.”

“That's not it,” You sighed. “Do you… regret what happened between us?”

He immediately turned to you. “Sweetheart, don't say that. Don't ever believe something like that, alright? I like you, and this between us, whatever this is is what I want. You're what I want.”

“Are you sure? Because-”

“I am sure,” he confirmed. “Now, why don't you go to sleep? I'll be back as soon as possible.”

“I will, yeah.”

Matt kissed your forehead and stood up, ready to get changed.

You watched him attentively. The way he hesitantly searched for his suit as if he didn't know where it was or how he stopped for less than a second to focus on you.

He eventually left his apartment, and once you thought he was far away enough, you searched for the voice messages Svetlana had sent you not too long ago.

“I found the address of the apartment they rented. They've been here for a few weeks now, so I guess they were carefully plotting how to get to you,” she began. “Let me know when you leave your place so we can meet somewhere and get there together. I'm not sure we'll find them just like that, but we'll start from there.” The first audio ended there, and you played the second right away. “Someone I know has access to security cameras all around Hell's Kitchen. I'm pretty sure he hacks them or something. I called him, and he said he'd look for them tomorrow morning so we can see if they left or what. You know he works with the Russians and they're close with the ones here, so I found one of them and mentioned I'm Fyodor's sister and to tell him I'm looking for him; gave him a burner cell number. I'll let you know what I find.”

Matt was listening to the entire conversation from the rooftop, and him suddenly going down the stairs made you flinch. “Shit, Matt! What the hell is wrong with you?! You scared the fuck out of me.”

“Are you going to kill Fyodor and Crosby?” he asked as soon as he reached the floor. Matt took off his helmet and left it on the coffee table in front of you.

You bit your lip, hesitant. “Matt…”

“I'm not gonna stop you, I just want to know.”

“What do you think I should do? Just let them beat me almost to death and get away with it?”

“I'm not saying anything, sweetheart,” He crouched in front of you. “Tell me what you and Svetlana are going to do to them.”

“We want to.”

He sighed. “You don't have to do it.”

“What do you think is gonna happen if I leave this to the justice system like you do?” you questioned. “I give them my ID and all that, they find out I'm not an official citizen yet, they send me back to Russia, and I get killed there. Then, they're taken into custody, they deport Fyodor and there he's not gonna face a single consequence because he has enough influence to be let out. And I don't know about Crosby, but I don't like the idea of him breathing.”

“I understand that,”

“Then what, Matt?” You just looked at him, and something in his eyes was just… different. “What will them in jail do for me and my peace? I need them to know they can't do whatever they want. What stops people like them from doing the crime is the punishment, Matt, and if they are immune to it, they will do whatever the fuck they want without a thought in the world.”

“Hey,” he called for your attention, and you just knew he was conflicted. His eyes on yours felt so heavy and afflicted, and you just wanted to know how to help him. “Tell Svetlana not to look for them.”

“Matt?” You cupped his face, trying to ease him. The idea seemed far too distant, but the look in his eyes, though blind, is one you know more than enough. It's like anguish in disguise pleading from behind the bars of one's pupils to be let out, figured out. Needing a peace you feel like you will never get back because you took something that wasn't yours to end with, and you must pay the price of that emptiness you left. “Did you do it?”

He pursed his lips and stayed silent.

His face spoke more than a billion words, and now you knew what was wrong.

“It's okay,” you mumbled, pressing your forehead against his. “It's alright, I'll tell Svetlana to stop looking for them.”

“Will you tell her I did it?”

You shook your head. “No, I'll make something up, okay? You're safe.”

“You can't take the blame for this.”

“Don't worry about a thing, Matt,” you assured him. “Tell me everything that happened and we'll figure it out. Just tell me everything.”

“I went to Fogwell's and Crosby was still in the alleyway where I left him,” Matt started. You took off his gloves and intertwined his fingers with yours. “I took him to an abandoned building near the dock and made him call Fyodor. When he arrived, I hit him and took him where I left Crosby. I asked them about what happened and I hit them because I had to. I knew I had to hit Crosby and make him regret assaulting you and trying to kill you, but the more he talked about everything, the madder I got. I couldn't stop, and I didn't until my hands hurt. By then, they weren't breathing anymore.”

“What did they say?”

He sighed. “That you had it coming. They insulted you and said they would do it again. Among other things.”

“Okay,” You left his couch and sat on the floor in front of him. “Where are the bodies? We gotta get rid of-”

“I threw them into the river.”

“I am sorry, Matt,” you said, feeling your heart break at the thought that he broke who he is because of you. “This was all my fault. I'm not even worth the bother.”

Matt shook his head. “Don't say that.”

“Matt?” You lifted his chin. “Stay with me tonight? Please?”

“I have to go.”

“I know that,” you murmured. “I know if you don't go out, people get hurt. I get it, but… I want you here.”

You had no idea how you could tell Matt how difficult it is going to be for him once he has to hit somebody else again.

“I can stay a little bit longer.”

“Okay,” You smiled lightly and kissed his lips. Matt smiled in the kiss and felt like everything will be fine someday. “Tell me something.”

Matt hummed, sitting beside you. “I wish I could see your face.”

“Wow, sir,” You smiled lightly. “You're not missing out on much. As for me, I wish I couldn't see your ugly face.”

“You're ruining my self-esteem.”

“Good,” You took his face in your hands and pulled him closer. “I really like you, Matt.”

“I really like you, too,” He smirked and drove his hands to your neck, stroking your skin softly until he kissed you. “Very much.”

Matt left not too long after that, not before promising he wouldn't eavesdrop anymore. So, you made the call.

“I thought you wouldn't call,” she said instead of greeting you.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah, sorry about that. I was out and forgot my phone at home.”

“It's okay. Where are we meeting?”

“We're not. It's done.”

“What? Did you-”

“They knew I was at my place, so they followed me to the dock where I was supposed to meet with a guy I know who was gonna help me find them,” you began, walking around Matt's living room as you tried to relive the conversation with him. “Suddenly, they approached me, but I didn't waste a second. I shot them both. They're now at the bottom of the river.”

“Oh,” Svetlana mumbled. “How are you?”

“I'm fine, just… shaken and sick of this life. Of running and having to do shit like this despite having been out of the Red Room for so long.”

“I get that,” she replied. “I am sorry about all of this. About my brother.”

“This was for you, too, Sveta,” you mentioned. “I hope we can be at peace now.”

“I hope so, too,” You knew she smiled. “Don't be a stranger, okay?”

You chuckled lightly. “The same goes to you.”

She hung up the call and you gave yourself the luxury of sighing in relief.

You wouldn't even think about the moment somebody else comes for you again. You're not alone now, right? There's Matt, and now he is your biggest concern.

Killing someone is that one thing you can never come back from. You know that better than anybody; taking a life, whomever it belongs to, changes you completely. Matt needs you now that he crossed the line you know he swore never to.

Especially because Matt did that in your name.

Now, you were in his bed, taking in everything around you.

Silk bed sheets, the good ones. A neat pile of laundry, ready to be organized. His phone, there in the nightstand. A lamp, new. It wasn't there before. You turned it on; it was dark.

Your heart jumped in its place, and you wondered if that is what they say in the movies that teenagers feel when they fall for the first time… Is it that you are falling or have you already fallen? You don't know that anymore, and maybe will never know.

You stood up, approaching the pile of clothes. They were his work suits and each was already on the hanger, which was labeled in braille and had English on the opposite side. You checked if they were all correct and hung everything in the closet.

Walking around the room wasn't enough to ease you now. You thought, perhaps, that there were sections of the apartment you were left to explore. He made you breakfast and dinner, and you went out for lunch with Svetlana.

Outside, you saw the bag he had brought from work. Curiosity got the better of you, and you went to the dining table and opened it. Grey curtains he doesn't need for himself.

In the fridge, a six pack of Stella Artois beers, quite different from the cheap ones you always saw him drink at Josie's.

A new mug. Blue, shorter and wider than his white one, probably so he could tell the difference between that one and his.

Before you could keep looking around, you heard his steps coming down the stairs.

“You're early.” you noted.

He took off his helmet, revealing a new cut in his left cheekbone. “Yeah.”

“Is everything alright?” You walked to him.

Matt nodded, but you knew better than to believe him.

You helped him unzip his suit in complete silence.

“Are you?” you asked again, putting your hand on his chest.

He chuckled softly. “Don't worry about me, sweetheart.”

“It's too late for that,” you replied.

Matt sighed.

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“Okay, we won't,” you said. “We'll sleep now. Or maybe talk about something else.”

Matt gave you a short kiss. “I'd like to sleep now. Let me take my pillows and-”

“Take them, where?” you asked him as if you didn't know what he meant and weren't plotting a way to get him to share the bed.

“What? Do you want to sleep in my bed with me?” He smirked.

“I do,” you confessed. “And I also would like to wake up with you in it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Sure you want me, darling.”

“Sure I do.” you confirmed with a smile, one wide, at that.

“You're smiling,” he mentioned, mimicking your smile. “God, what a feeling.”

“What feeling?” You laughed.

“When you smile it just… it's a whole other thing,” he began. His hand went to cup your face, as if touching you enhanced that feeling he was talking about. “Your heart beats faster, but it's still calm, and your body temperature rises ever so slightly. It feels comforting when close to you, like when the sun leaks through the windows in the morning.”

“I didn't know you were such a charmer.” you joked.

“I'm sorry for hiding that from you.”

You shook your head and kissed him. “God, keep them coming.”

“You can't possibly understand how much I need you to get well so I can take you out to dinner,” Matt pecked your lips, leading the way to his bed like you wanted. “I hope you kiss on the first date.”

“It usually takes me at least five, but I think I can make an exception for you.”

Matt hummed. “By the way, how are you feeling?”

“Like I was stabbed multiple times, yeah,” you mumbled, soon cuddling in his bed. “And it hurts way more that this is something that was purposely done to me. That he knew I had to be unconscious because otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get to me like that, and that… a person I trusted did this to me, not to mention what I learned today that he did to his sister.”

“What did he do?”

“He and his father sold Svetlana to the Red Room,” you answered. “And that is shit, Matt, because… the Red Room was Hell on Earth. It was the kind of thing that makes you turn the TV off when you watch the news, it makes you want to throw up when you hear about it, or cry at the thought of your mother, sister or daughter ending up there. You grow pessimistic about humankind when finding out what the widows have done, and lose hope in this world completely when you realize what they did to us to make us do such things. They purposely gave their daughter and sister away when she was a little kid, and for what? Some pieces of paper with buildings on ‘em.”

You sighed.

“All the atrocities I've seen in this world could make you forget about the people fighting them everyday, or the people in the market selling you vegetables, or the owners of the coffee shop you pass by everyday. Or people like you,” you added. “Now that there's only half of us, you realize that there's more good people than bad people, and that it's not that simple. You know it because there's half as evil and twice as sorrow, and because you see how grief can change the path of any person for better or for worse.”

“But you're out.”

“Some days, it feels like I never left,” you confessed. “Some days, I wake up in such pain and so tired that I feel like this world isn't worth saving, that I've had enough. Those days, I decide for a little while that I won't fight anymore, but then… My neighbor's daughter is with him that weekend and she watches some Grimm Brothers cartoons about fairy tales that remind me of the messed up ones we used to watch there. I go out and step on branches, and it sounds like those bones I've broken… arms, legs, ribs, and necks alike. Fireworks sound like gunshots, history documentaries remind me that us widows took part in many of those. The ballet academy on my way to Fogwell's reminds me of those times we learned it and I was so afraid to mess up that I would have an anxiety no seven year-old should feel. The smell of hospitals reminds me of a wing in which they would take us to experiment on us sometimes, or when we got a hysterectomy done as some twisted initiation ritual. Blood, knives, guns, they go without saying. Little girls the age I was or other fellow widows were when we were taken. Screams. Darkness. Even words like target or just names, you know? In the Red Room, we were controlled by them to the degree that, to this day, we don't know which actions were ours and which, theirs. Some days, I just think that unawareness is bliss, and then… Then, I remember that a Widow is all I've ever been, and that I have no idea who I am outside a mission. I've never had a reason to question myself all that much, I just existed, worked, and tried to shut the voices in my head. Now, I feel like maybe there's hope for me. That I can live instead of survive.”

Matt kissed your forehead. “I admire you. I don't think many people who went through what you did could have the courage to be good after everything, but you do. Maybe you do fight, and it's not ideal for you, but you care. If you didn't, you wouldn't go out to help and take care of this city, you would pick fights and do bad things. As you said, good and bad… narrowing everything down to it is not simple at all. I met someone years ago, and, at the beginning, I thought he was some lunatic that mixed an intention with the worst way of execution. I thought he was insane because he killed so many people in cold blood; people who were bad, but I've always thought that justice is real. I know that punishment and deciding who lives and who doesn't isn't up to us. I think that most times, but when you are surrounded by so much depravity and evil, you question everything. He, uh- he did all of that because of his family. We know that killing the people responsible won't bring them back, but, deep down, you just know that it will bring you some comfort at least, however short it might be. He did all of that out of love and grief, and while I would never do anything like that and I would never justify his actions, I understand where he came from. Our intentions can be good or bad, but what really defines us is what we do with them… And it depends on the way you see stuff: you feel that you must fight, and you do it by saving others. Or, maybe, he saved others from the damage those people did and would keep doing, but he did it by committing mass murder. Some will condemn us or justify us, but the truth is that… it's not that simple, is it?”

“And it never will be,” you agreed. “You think you wanted me safe and that they deserved punishment for what they did, but you killed them. I think that, yes, you killed them, but I know I'm safe and so is Svetlana. You might see yourself as a murderer, Matt, but from the point of view of someone that was a victim of so much, I see you as a hero. There is so much goodness in you, and you can't let this take that from you. No matter what… you are not what you did last night, you are what you've done all these years for this city and its people.”

“I came back because, for a moment, I was there again, the moment their hearts stopped beating. First, I couldn't stop, and I couldn't keep going as soon as I came back to reality,” Matt said, finally letting out the reason that brought him back earlier than usual. “And I'm afraid I crossed a line, and that it will haunt me forever.”

“It'll pass,” You kissed his forehead. “One morning, every trace of this will be gone for good. For both you and me, and if you let me, I'd like to be there that day.”

Matt turned to you and took your hand, placing it where his heart is. “I'd love to be there with you, too. However long it takes, sweetheart, and I am serious.”

His heartbeat was steady and his eyes so telling that you wouldn't think he can't see you at plain sight. “I can tell that.”

He kissed your lips once more before holding you even closer and closing his eyes, ready to sleep. “The only heartbeat I care about now is yours.”

Wow.

taglist: @wh1sp @ateliefloresdaprimavera

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

BABE!! Tan for sure is the kinda guy to open your car door, pull your chair out for you etc, BUT imagine that you’re not used to that?? And so kinda keep doing it yourself, before Tan gets to? And he always lovingly scolds you for it?

OK SO NOW!! Imagine calling him when you’re drunk, asking him to pick you up, and suddenly he learns that you’re kind of a brat when drunk?? I FEEL LIKE HE’D LOVE THAT, like suddenly, you’re stood by the car door, waiting, chin raised and happily clearing your throat to signal to him to open it 😭 and he’s melting bc you’re finally not so darn independent and you let him care for you!!! (He also finds it hilarious) (also, you’d totally get him to take your heels off for you)

AAAAAGGGHHH OMG!!! love love it!!

this also disappeared right after I posted it??? idk what’s going on!!!

TANGERINE WITH AN INDEPENDENT READER.

omg omg this is so eldest daughter coded!!!!!!!!! (self indulgent but idc)

and you're independent and used to doing everything yourself, yup yup I see the vision. and also maybe not used to chivalry sooo..

— so like when you go do dinner/ have date nights out, you pull out your chair before he can even reach it (also the same for opening car doors, or doors in general) he just tsks at you, shaking his head "that's my job" or "what did I say?" bc he's told you so many times

— and when you're walking and you're on the outside (closest to the road) he puts a hand on the small of your back and guides you to swap places and says "what did I say?" (that's gonna be a running theme/ repetitive saying btw) 

— and when he drops you home after going somewhere he gets out the car to walk you to your door, you're like "I'll be fine. you don't need to do this" and he’s like “would you just let me be a gentleman” and he waits until you're in and he hears the door lock before he leaves

— he holds bags for you and dismisses your protests of carrying them yourself, he's all like "how many times have I gotta tell you?"

— AND so?? you're out with friends and you're drunk, you call him to pick you up. you give him your bag immediately, silently handing it to him with no reaction, not a smile or a glance, nothing. and he just squints at you bc you've never done it before

— and then when you're walking to his car, you have an arm around his back as he helps keep you stable (you're a bit sloshed btw) and bc he's so focused on getting you to the car, he forgets that he's on the inside of the pavement, but you don't. so you're like "swap. im meant to be that side" and he's kinda loving it bc it seems that all the things he's been trying to ingrain into you have finally worked 

— when you get to his car, you're waiting for him to open it for you, arms crossed, tapping your foot, and you'd slur something like "sometime today would be nice" and he's just so entertained and amused by it all!! he's like "you're right, sorry. I'll be quicker" so you reply with "that's what I thought" and he just does one of those low chuckling snickers bc he’s loving it a lot more than he thought he would

— and then when you sit in the car, your twist to pull your legs out before he can shut the door. and you lift a leg and say "my feet hurt" making him take your shoes/ heels off for you. and he's just so whipped and he crouches down to undo them and he's just holding under your heel AARGGHHHHH. "better?" is def something he says. and "'little miss precious' tonight, you are"

— AND THEN just as he's about to shut the door you say "wait" and he's like "what?" and you say "seatbelt. it's not plugged in" hinting for him to do it. so he grabs it and reaches over you to plug it in, and kisses your cheek before standing up straight. then finally he gets in the car to drive back

— he's loving that you're finally letting him help you, even if you're drunk and have no real control over yourself. he reminds you the next day about what you did, and you're embarrassed, like "no, I didn't. you're making it up. I would never do that" and bc he's sweet, he's like "yeah, you're right. just pulling your leg" and he pretends his teases were a lie BUT THEY'RE NOT. HE'S JUST SAVING YOUR FEELINGS

— ALSO JUST BC I LOVE IT SO MUCH if you say “I can do it by myself” he says “I know you can. but let me help you” 🫠

[goldeunoias]

Peaches Filled with Cream.

A/N: sooooooooooo a darlin asked for soemthing like caregiver heeseung (which i'm too lazy to find right now sowwy) but with jay and well *waves hands* for some reason when someone says jay my brain says POSSESSIVE JAY so well possessive jay stans RISE AND SHINE

WC: 1.7k

Warnings: um......pussyslapping, possessive jay, edging, somewhat exhibitionism bc they fuck in a bathroom at a party, sex without a condom (hence the cream), it's just possessive kinky jay idc what else to say ANYWAYYYYYYYY

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It was only because your lipstick was smudged.

That was the reason why he gently tugged you into the bathroom, glaring at any of the guys who dared to look at you.

Didn’t they know that you were his?

You were his soft little peach, and he had to protect you since that’s what good friends were supposed to do right?

“Here peaches, come sit on the counter so I can fix your lipstick for you,” Jongseong cooed at you gently, locking the door and fixing your skirt so it didn’t ride up when you did so.

“Mmhm, you spoil me as always,” you teased, letting out a happy giggle and kicking your feet as he went through your purse to pull out the lipstick.

“Yeah yeah, more like you’re such a ditz you need me to take care of you,” Jongseong retorted back, holding your face firmly in his hand as he wiped the areas that had smudged.

“I’m not a ditz,” you huffed, Jongseong smiling at you endearingly.

He was right, you were far from it and by all accounts one of the most hardworking people he’d ever met, which only made him want to spoil and coddle you more.

Jongseong hummed and reapplied gently, trying to keep his thoughts pure as he stared at your lipstick-laden lips.

God, he wanted to kiss you.

He’d worked so hard to keep men away from you since the day you guys had met, only considering himself the most viable option for you. After all, who was going to take care of you the way he was?

“Jongseongie~, you’re spacing out again,” you informed him, poking his shoulder.

He gave you a soft smile and a gentler “sorry”, his eyes falling on how your top was slowly sinking down.

Hesitantly he placed his hand on your upper thigh, squeezing it softly. “Hold still so I don’t smudge it any more than you already have,” Jongseong cooed at you. He watched you jump slightly then nod, smiling to himself.

Cute.

“Open your mouth some so I can make sure I didn’t get any on the inside of your mouth peaches.”

You gulped and let out a shaky “okay”, goosebumps rising on your skin as you felt his thumb circle your inner lips. You did your best not to whine, as you were beginning to feel your nipples poke through your tank top.

Jongseong picked up on your shifting body language and pushed it further, holding up the back of his hand.

“There’s nothing in here for you to blot it on so use the back of my hand,” Jongseong “innocently” offered.

“O-okay sure,” you nodded, grabbing his hand by his wrist and leaning in to blot off the excess.

You could smell the cologne on his wrist when you pulled back and by now your head felt dizzy, every part of your body that he’d touched tingling in a way you hadn’t felt before.

“What’s wrong peaches? Your skin feels warm,” Jongseong pushed, pressing his calloused hands against your throat.

You shook your head stubbornly, not wanting to speak. It only egged Jongseong on more, dragging his index finger down your sternum lightly.

Your breath hitched and you felt goosebumps rise onto your skin, grabbing Jongseong’s biceps and whimpering into his chest. You’d become a prey in a lion’s den, but he was still a wolf in sheep’s clothing nonetheless.

"You're normally not this skittish peaches. Did you fall down and bruise yourself somewhere?" Jongseong inquired, "checking" various spots of your body with light touches to find any bruising,

“n-no” you panted into his chest, shifting uncomfortably as you felt droplets of sticky arousal leak onto your underwear.

Jongseong was happy your head was in his chest so he couldn’t see his grin, one of his hands going to your lower back and rubbing small circles in it.

“Use your words peaches~”

You couldn’t take the teasing anymore and pushed him off of you gently, brazenly raising up your skirt. You were wearing rather scandalous underwear and it caught Jongseong off guard, a guttural “shit” leaving him as he bit down on his lower lip.

“Take care of it, please,” you whined, Jongseong chuckling and closing the distance between the two of you, yet not making a move.

“Aw, someone’s getting bold isn’t she?” Jongseong clucked with tongue, his hand sliding between your legs and lightly stroking your slit. The feeling of his callouses caused your legs to feel like jelly, your hands reaching onto his shoulders for stability.

“Please seongie, you’ve never been this mean to me,” you whimpered to him with eyes that normally would have made him melt, but instead it only made him chuckle.

It was true, he’d spoiled you and coddled you to the extreme and it was also true that he’d wanted you desperate for him for the longest time...

But that didn’t mean he was going to cave in that easily.

“You’re right peaches, I haven’t. But today I feel like doing so,” he said with a honey-sweet smile. Before you could question anything he turned you around and angled your body so the counter-top was directly pushing against your clothed-clit.

“Rut against it, give me a show that proves to me you really want it,” Jongseong whispered in your ear, his hands going to your hips to push against the surface.

The slight friction made you keen into the sensation and let out a shaky breath, your knees buckling as Jongseong tugged your nipples through your camisole harshly.

You bit down on your lip and started rutting into the counter’s corner, soon finding an angle that made your underwear more soiled than it already was.

Jongseong watched with a hint of sadistic pleasure as you desperately rutted into the countertop, heavy panting leaving you every time the edge pressed especially hard against your puffy clit.

“seongie it feels good but it’s not enough,” you pleaded with him, giving you tear-rimmed eyes through the mirror.

“Are you sure?” He questioned, pulling you back some and spreading your legs. “Look peaches, your juices leaked onto the counter because of how turned on you were. I bet if I left you here for any longer you’d make yourself cum.”

You rapidly shook your head and turned around, grabbing his hand and letting it rub your swollen bud, his name breathily falling from your lips.

“You’ve never so no to me so why do it to me when I need you the most?” you pleaded.

Jongseong’s chest rose sharply, unable to restrain his desire for you any longer.

“Turn around and bend over.”

You did so quickly and whimpered as Jongseong bunched your skirt at your waist and lowered your camisole, kissing your shoulder tenderly as his hands worked between your thighs.

“My peach is spilling out her pretty juices,” Jongseong teased, dragging a hand down your slit. You dropped your head down onto the counter and whined, ears burning at the obscenities falling from his mouth.

Jongseong tsked and placed a firm slap on your core, lifting up your chin so you could stare back at him through the mirror.

“I didn’t say you could lower your head down now did I peaches? You want me to take care of it you’re gonna have to be a good girl and take orders ‘mkay?”

You nodded and watched Jay raise a brow at your nonverbal gesture, a quick “yes sir” leaving you as he pushed his middle finger.

“You didn’t have to add the ‘sir’ in there after all, I’m your seongie aren’t I?” Jongseong cooed in your ear. You let out a shaky “yes” and your hands gripped the countertop as he pressed against your walls.

“Help me find your special spots peaches, talk to me,” he grinned sweetly, kissing your shoulder gently.

“Move a little bit lower, r-right there,” you gasped out, Jongseong immediately wasting no time with sliding another digit in.

The squelching noises coming from between your legs wanted to make you hide away in shame, Jongseong’s intense pace making your lower belly churn.

“You’re starting to grip down on my fingers, it seems like someone is close isn’t she?” Jongseong rasped in your ears. You fervently nodded and whimpered out for him to let you come and he almost let you, but his sadistic side got the better of him and he pulled his fingers out.

Before you could protest your arousal-soaked fingers were being stuffed into your mouth, Jongseong unbuckling his belt with his other hand and freeing his member.

“Try to stay quiet peaches, we’re gonna have to be quick,” he rasped, slicing into you with one thrust. You moaned against his fingers and reached out to press your hands against the mirror, your whole body shaking as you felt his tip press against your cervix.

“Such a good peach, taking every inch like a big girl,” he praised, grabbing one of your legs and placing it on the counter to go even deeper.

“w-wait you’re going too deep it’s pressing against something weird,” you shaked out, your body attempting to move away from his inches. It only made Jongseong chuckle and pull your hips back against him, causing you to bite down on his wrist to keep quiet.

“That just means you haven’t been fucked properly peaches, feel this spot I’m my tip is pressing up against? Right~ here,” he teased, bottoming out slowly so you could feel in detail where he was pressing. You nodded rapidly, face scrunching up as you tried to process the pleasure.

“Well, this spot peaches is where only a real man can reach, you should be thanking me for kissing your pretty cervix,” Jongseong said with a hint of malice, letting his possessive nature take over him. When you didn’t say thank you he landed another firm slap on your swollen clit, your nails scratching against the mirror.

“Didn’t I say to say thank you?” He clucked in your ear, speeding up his pace as his member rubbed against your slick walls.

“Tha-”, you let out a whimper, “thank you,” you rushed out, feeling your head get dizzy as tightness formed in your stomach.

“Thank you for?” he continued to tease in your ear, gently licking the shell of it.

“Thank you f-for touching my cervix,” you yelped out. You could feel Jongseong smile against your ear as he firmly gripped your hips to lead you to your release, his hand coming over your mouth firmly to muffle the moan that left it.

You shuddered as you felt hot warmth paint your walls, Jongseong groaning and giving you everything he had.

“You’re welcome peaches.”

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[razziematazz]

my stobotnik omegaverse thoughts

ask and you shall receive, as i am nothing if not responsive to the people. and apparently, this is what the people want! nsfw warning but only if ur chronically online tbh

so, starting off with some context: it’s 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 time. be warned pt 2. bc that’s actually what my friend and i were discussing LMAOOO. the whole conversation was kickstarted by them sending me a drawing of stone flushed due to a fever in which everyone in the replies were saying “damn he’s in heat”, right? but the artist was like “GUYS HES NOT IN HEAT HES SICK”

and my response was “hes sick because he isn’t being knotted actually. Soon that will be fixed.”

but then i was like… Wait. bc to me, they’re both alphas … bc….

yes, stone follows robotniks every command, and he is ECSTATIC doing it! we all agree on this!!!

but but BUT…. if you’ve seen my other posts, you’ll know that i am an AVID supporter of the idea that stone was a top of the line, best of the best field agent before working for robotnik. i believe he has killed before robotnik, but SINCE working for robotnik?

he never took any sort of pleasure when he had to kill before. it was just a necessary evil. but now that he’s got something to protect? someone of his own?? he has killed for robotnik without a second thought and would kill for him again in a heartbeat. and he has lowkey enjoyed it, knowing he’s the one saving the doctor

he’s like those pictures of wolves with watermelons on their heads and etc . of tigers laying in cardboard boxes

he follows robotniks orders and follows them well because he WANTS to fiercely protect robotnik, fulfill all of his needs, and ensure his happiness at all costs, no matter if it’s shooting someone point blank or dealing with robotniks hand dragging him around by the inside of his mouth

(he likes that last one, actually.)

robotnik is just an alpha. idc. he’s literally the stereotype: taller, important, impressive facial hair, a loud and extremely confident asshole

i just feel it in my bones sorry for very little elaboration, besides how he also loves pushing people around

(in contexts other than this, however, i’ll also accept him being a beta tho. solely bc i think him proving that he’s a valuable genius despite not being anything biologically special is a good idea too)

and then i remembered this wonderful thing called bitching! and this wonderful thought that hey actually…. stone went So Hard caring for robotnik, he started becoming lowkey like a feral omega. but obviously, that can’t be EVERYTHING.

it, alongside the fact that he’s been (shamefully) wondering about robotniks knot since like less than a year into working for him, is REALLYYY getting to stone.

and finally, after some plot- perhaps around the time robotnik is recovering in the crab, where stones caretaking instincts are going haywire?- stone gets a taste of that knot !!!!

and then another. and then another. and then about a decades worth more. and what do you know? he and robotnik spedrun bitching at 100%, emotionally and physically

also, i just want you to know that during this revelation, my friend was researching if you can get sick from being too horny irl. (sex improves immune system functions is the answer)

and then this friend, word for word, spat out this wonderful idea: “bitch Stone with a 24/7 piston fuck machine w/ orgasm denial/chastity cage WHAT WHO SAID THAT”

AND HELL YEAH BROTHER

And honestly?? i’d like to add on…….

stone found the blueprints for it when he was trying to save as much as possible from robotniks lab, between the first and second movies. maybe it was even somewhere hidden among the manifesto, deep in some code stone would’ve normally missed. (if he built it at home to use whenever he was especially missing the doctor, that’s between him, the beginning of the bitching, and god)

anyways. if anyone wants to write smthn based on this. FEEL FREEEEEEEEEE just tag me pls!!!!!!

[targaryenluvs]

-WHATEVER IT TAKES

PART 1 PART 2

pairing - prowler!miles morales x reader, miles morales x reader

summary - you and miles make it back to your own universe and dodge the other members of the spider society as you make your way to miles’s home. little did you know someone managed to slip through the cracks, and was here to try to take you back, whatever it takes. does he?

warnings - possessive!prowler miles, he’s like low key delulu, swearing, violence, stalking, bad spanish/glish, not proofread

word count - 3.1k

notes - uhm hahahah i thought i’d leave it at part two and i go in and out of povs :) lack of consistency with names , this lowkey might not make sense at times since it was nighttime i wanted a cutesy easy ending so the solution might be super easy idc i wanted to make a part three :)

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you thought you’d collide with the ground straight away.

rain was pelting down as you slowly got up from being splayed across miles on the concrete roof. “i’m sorry for landing on you.” miles groaned as he rose, “nah your good babe.” you slowly stood on your feet and looked around, now this was your earth.

“c’mon we have to get you home. maybe you should change? we could borrow some clothes from somewhere and maybe find a pay phone? call your dad ask him to pick you up then we can explain everything. miguel is probably staking out your home, there’s probably a bunch of spider people here.” you rambled as miles got up too, “i don’t care if they see, we need to get home y/n.” he tried to straighten up, but you could see the pain in his face and his ripped suit.

“you need to take it easy miles. we can’t afford fighting more people, that other miles is nothing compared to miguel.” as you voiced your concerns you could see miles thinking, “alright, let’s just get home, i need to see my dad, we’re so close, we can save him. I’m not stopping now.”

the wind was cold as it nipped at your bare arms, the rain had died down but splattered across your body as well.

you invited it in.

nothing felt better than being home. to ground yourself (and to make sure you were in the right universe) your eyes scanned across your environment, your favourite restaurant tucked into the side of a gigantic, glass mcdonald’s, your favourite sandwiches at delmars, yours and miles’ favourite arcade, graffiti work à la mode miles. you were so grateful to be home, but you were terrified at the thought of not reaching mr morales in time.

the two of you landed on a roof nearby miles’ apartment as you surveyed the two of your surroundings, you both pointing out miguel and his counterparts. “will he still see us if we’re invisible?” you asked as miles nodded, “pretty sure he can see me, heightened senses and vision, probably. i just don’t wanna put us at risk.” you sighed, “how about a diversion? car alarms going off, maybe scare the living shit out of someone and the second he looks away we swoop in?” miles looked up at you as he sighed, “i can’t think, why can’t i think?”

you wrapped your hands around his wrists as he stared at you, as if you held all the answers. as he looked at you, he couldn’t help all the voices in his head.

“in every universe, y/n l/n falls for spider-man. and, in every universe it doesn’t end well.”

as miles looked at gwen he couldn’t help but smile, “i’m not like every other spider-man, i’m better.” he joked as she laughed. “and, in every universe i guess spider-man falls for her. i did. and it’s cause i love her that i won’t let it happen. i won’t let anything happen to the people i love.”

and as he looked at her, he felt, exposed.

but looking into her eyes had the gears turning in his head again, she gave him his spark. and he’d be damned if any other spider-man tried to take her from him. tried to take the ones he loved.

“i’ve got a plan.”

as miguel neared the edge of the roof looking over the scenes below his eyebrows furrowed together as he wondered (or aggressively pondered) where on earth miles was.

thank god y/n remembered the password to the service door of the building.

as the two ran up the stairs, their hearts were oh so close to bursting. miles was praying to every god that his dad was home. his patrol car was outside, so he had to be home, right?

as they burst through the door, they came face to face with mr and mrs morales and- gwen?

“there you two are! i was so close to calling your mother and telling her you’d ran away!” she screamed as she engulfed the two of you in a hug, mr morales following closely behind.

“i unground you and allow you and y/n/n to go after your friend and the two of you disappeared, no text, call nothing! do you know how irresponsible that is?” as she was about to continue her rant, jeff slightly elbowed her, alerting her to your guys’ huffing selves.

“i’m glad you’re okay. you can go talk to your little friend in your room but keep the door open! don’t need you three sneaking off, okay?” rio explained as you nodded profusely but not before miles launched himself at his parents, “i love you guys, so much.” the two parents smiled and returned the favour, “te quiero papa.”

as the three of you got into miles’ room you crawled along the ceiling till miles reached the curtains and drew them.

“you guys are okay thank god.” gwen spoke as she sat down on miles’ bed. “i realised you went to the wrong-”

“wrong universe.” you and miles finished her sentence in union. “it was crazy we got there and another version of miles was there, the one his spider was meant for. gwen, the entire world there, we’ll at least new york, it’s dangerous. they don’t have a spider-man and it’s ruined the city. they have no one to protect them and miles- he lost his father and his- me. and when he saw me he was crazy, he thought i was her, we barely got away.”

“he- i cant stop thinking about him. and if- if i never got bit, would i be him? would i have turned into him, i would have lost my dad and you.” he stuttered, the last part spoken toward you.

“hey, we’re home. i’m here, your dads right outside. we got here in time. spot is probably gonna be here soon, we can convince your parents to leave the city for a bit, make-up some fake excuse and get your dad to push back the captain thing. we defeat spot and then there’s no threat to your dad. we can grab peter, hobie- anyone that can help us beat him. then hopefully miguel will back off, we can try and fix the canon-”

“and how exactly are you going to defeat spot?” all three of you whipped around to the window as miguel crawled in. “what the fuck?” you shouted as rio and jeff ran in, “what the hell are you doing in here? what on earth are you? you are not spider-man and you need to get the hell out of here!” rio shouted as jeff grabbed his holster and pulled out his gun.

miguel raised his hands and tried to calm them down, “there’s no need for the gun-”

“no need!? you’re a six foot, leotard wearing spider-man copy in my sons room, if you know what’s good for you i suggest you leave buddy!” jeff shouted as miles rose to his feet, “dad! don’t-”

a loud crash from the living room caught everyone’s attention, allowing miguel to swiftly take the gun from jeff’s grip. “did you just disarm a police officer?” miguel scoffed, “and you threatened spider-man we’ve all done shocking things.” as he tried to move forwards you all shouted in scattered warnings.

“woah there!”

“you stay right there.”

“not another step from you!”

“don’t come any closer”

“stop moving!”

“is the suit not enough? the web i used to disarm you? i’m a spider-man either way so it’s a waste of time to try and corner me when there’s someone else in your living room.”

you all slowly shuffled out of there, everyone keeping track of miguel, but all of a sudden, he wasn’t the biggest threat.

a gaping dark mass in the middle of the room took the cake.

“he’s here.” miguel said as he began to inspect the whole. “whaddya think would happen if we just pushed him in?” gwen whispered, “don’t even think about it gwen.” miguel answered, shutting down all revenge fantasies.

“will someone please explain what on earth is going’ on here?” rio asked exasperated. “mom, dad. i have something to tell you.” (i’ve decided to spare you the agony of my shitty spanish translations - imagine it’s said in spanish 😘)

“no lo hagas.” miguel warned as he turned towards miles.

do not do it.

miles pulled down the zipper of his jacket and proceeded to pull both sides apart, exposing the red and black suit of the one and only spider-man.

“ay dios mìo.” rio uttered as her hands covered her mouth. jeff just stared. the awkward, apbrupt nature of the reveal made you want to die. you stood next to miles and covered the suit again. out of your peripheral you could see miguel with his head in his hands.

“i know it’s a lot but, miles is a good kid. you know that, and this is a huge secret, he knows. but all he wants is to keep the city safe and he does it! along with the noble police of course but at the end of the day, he comes home to you. he’s always safe and is never reckless and balances it all with school, family, friends, me. so don’t be mad that he lied, just be grateful he’s alive! not that he’s not responsible out in the field- he- miles is super careful i promise- i would know! he always takes me on swings and the amount of control he has- no actually he does not swing me since that would be-”

“càlmate querida.” rio spoke as she again hugged the two. “i knew you were hiding something but i thought it was- ni siquiera lo sè. pero estoy contenta es nada mal. pero siendo spider-man es- peligrosa. por favor tener cuidado mi ninito.”

“si mamà.”

“alright, if you’d wrap up there then maybe we can try and sort out your mess later? spot is here, and we need to contain before anything else ha-”

the whirring in the corner took you all by surprise. you were excited, maybe it was peter, or maybe hobie? pavitr? noir? pen-

you swear your heart stopped the second you saw other miles step through, and you clutched onto miles that much harder. as the portal closed miguel snapped his head towards miles, “now what the hell is this? did you do this? did you bring him out-”

“no, i did not bring him out! y/n/n and i barely got away from him! why would he wanna see him? send him back!” miles shouted as his parents’ jaws hung low.

other miles’ gaze lingered on his dad, which caused unease throughout miles’ body. what was he doing here? how did he get here? what was he for? revenge? does he think miles got bit on purpose? did he want y/n?

y/n.

her hand clutching his grounded him to the moment as he looked back at her, glossy eyes, chewed on lips and heavy breathing. she looked up at him and his heart plummeted. the idea of her getting hurt flashed through and all of a sudden, he was lunging at this other miles.

“this how you say hi up in here?” other miles joked as he allowed miles to tackle him and all of a sudden, the entire room was in motion. gwen running to miles’ aid, miguel readying his watch, more of spot spreading outside and miles’ parents trying to help their son as-well.

y/n stood still, what the hell was going on? miguel leapt outside as jessica’s bike could be heard starting up miles and miles got pulled apart from one another with miles in one corner, smug, and miles being pulled away by his parents and friend, furious.

miles was eventually subdued by gwen and miles whilst miguel hopped out the window to jessica. rio and jeff were confused by everything going on, “we let this boy out for one day and look what happens.” rio scoffed as jeff ushered her out of the messy apartment, “why won’t you leave!” gwen shouted at the other miles, frustrated, as he laughed in her face. “I just want one thing, but ain’t no one giving it to me.” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, this guy was seriously delusional huh?

the growing concern was the enormous black holes appearing outside and if you were to save your world all of you needed to help outside rather than deal with other miles. looking around the room you found nothing of use, so you ran back inside miles’ room, searching through the drawers you were looking for one thing only.

webslingers!

you ran back to the living room to see gwen getting right back up, ready to charge at the other miles as you slipped it on and aimed.

sticky substances confined miles to the wall as he struggled to get out, he may be the prowler, but he doesn’t exactly have super strength. as he stayed strung up miles had the idea of finding the watch he used, the commotion outside was distracting yet you all tore the room apart for said watch only to find a mangled piece of wires and glass.

“looks like i’m staying a lil’ longer.” miles smirked your way as miles’ fists closed, connecting with his face, “miles!” you shouted out. “are you okay?” miles laughed, “yeah I’m good, but we gotta get out there and we need more help.”

and as if God was answering all of your prayers and words, portals began to open as the three of you sighed in relief. hobie, peter and may by association and pavitr hopped through. “hope we aren’t too late to the party.” hobie laughed as you ran over and hugged him, “could’ve used your help a little earlier but it doesn’t matter now, spot’s here and we need to stop him before he causes any further damage here. thank you, guys, for showing up.” you rambled on as the others smiled. “now i’ve gotten pretty use to the portal but maybe i am still experiencing some side-effects because i think i am seeing double.” pavitr exclaimed as miles and gwen walked over, “nope just another version, the usual.” gwen explained ever so nonchalant. “will you all stop standing around and get the hell out here?” miguel screamed as you all prepared for whatever was going to happen out there.

(Im too lazy to figure out how they defeat spot so come up with a fantasy or som since this is such a random explanation with no planning)

it was quite odd to be at HQ without a million spider people chasing you and your boyfriend, but you obviously weren’t complaining. as you walked through the halls miles’ grip on your hand was tighter than over, indicating he was feeling on edge, and you were glad you weren’t the only one.

spot may have been downright diabolical and delusional but god did he learn quickly. he must’ve devoured a million ‘how to villain’ books as he jumped around universes and aced any tests cause he somehow beat the shit out of all of you, repeatedly. but again, he was overly cocky and underestimated miguel’s willpower and it was obvious he was an amateur in the ‘angry miguel’ department since he had no clue what that man would do to keep the order.

with lyla and margo’s help and organisation you were able to come up with a way to lure spot into a trap, with his over-whelming need to beat your boyfriend came the blindness and he did whatever he thought would help him win. other spideys came along to aid your group of course and a certain spidey named petyr had the ability of illusions, being able to manipulate any mind into seeing what he wished. and whilst it was hard to catch spot his holes were an extension of himself in a way so touching one/being in one allowed petyr to connect with spot’s head. by creating that link he was able to create false versions of not only miles, but his parents and you.

once spot believed everyone else to be busy fighting off the destruction around them and saving people, he cornered miles and was monologuing his ass off, “no one’s here to save you, you realize that right? just like no one came to save me. no one is going to care about you being gone, your family being gone. you ruined my life and now I’ve ruined yours, maybe your parents manage to escape, your girlfriend too, but they will never be able to come back here. im going to destroy this world of yours, like you destroyed mine. and no one will ever overlook me again. im more powerful than any of your little spider society.”

and as he continued the real miles slung down and tapped him on the shoulder, “are you so lonely you’re talking to walls?” he joked as he sent about a bajillion volts of energy throughout his body, then quickly transporting everyone back to HQ and trapping spot.

lyla with the help of some scientist spideys managed to figure out a way to take away all the dark matter from johnathon’s body, returning him to his normal self. as he stared in awe of his normal body being returned to him you could see the sadness on his face. yes, he was normal again, but what was he supposed to do now? his family turned away from him, his job probably wouldn’t take him back, did everyone know who he turned into? god all the things he’d done, how was someone supposed to turn back to normal after being a literal universe-travelling, world-destroying villain?

and the other miles, miguel had him in the amber case as he waited to be taken back to his world. the watch he’d used was gone so he couldn’t exactly use that and he was surrounded by literal heroes. he couldn’t exactly fight them all off, take you and run. he knew his time with you was slipping away and he hated that he couldn’t do a single thing.

so he sat and watched you as miles brushed away stray hairs, assessed the damage on you as you comforted each other. his eyes drifted to rio and jeff, the two of them in awe of their surroundings whilst throwing questions every second at the two of you whilst you tried your best to answer them all. there was so much going on around you but all you cared about was your family, which didn’t include him, and never would.

miles was absolutely exhausted.

and as the two of you sat down together you wondered what would happen in the future, what miguel was going to do about your canon event, how you’d save his dad.

and while you didn’t know what would happen in the future you knew whatever happened,

you have eachother.

[cypheroo]

How they care | Laurence Zvhal and Garroth Ro'Meave ~ ♡

"Cyph your favorite star is reporting from tge trenches (im sick) can I request a sick reader comfort with the boys™️ (Laurance and/or Garroth) idc which versuon also did yu see the s7 thing?"

Tw : Curse words. Spelling mistakes 😭 can be platonic or romantic?

Word count : 763

AN : HIIII! OMG OMG GET WELL SOON! I hope I finished writing this when you felt a little better! Super sorry on the wait again omg but! My thoughts on the new season are super weird bc like wooo! Nice amazing to it! And I'm glad that aph has cleared up (and will clear up) some stuff! Makes me feel better! also I SAW SOMEWHERE THAT LAURENCES VA SEBASTIAN TODD MUGHT COME BACK TO VOICE LAURENCE! AHHH THATS SO EXCITING FOR ME! outside of that, I'm happy that we are getting an ending! I haven't always loved jess but I will respect her for giving us these characters that sure aren't perfect but we love! Happy to see how she ends it and if her channel will change? (Probs not but I can dream) what do you think?

Garroth had been worried sick over you. Had you overworked yourself again? Maybe he hadn't been helping you as much as he should've been doing? Good god he needed to finish this paperwork. He really needed to make sure you were ok. He WANTED to race to your home as soon as he had heard, but he couldn't leave without feeling bad of not finishing his duty for the night, hell hed usually feel bad for even leaving the post especially at night, but you…you were so important, he knew he could trust laurence, dante, all of them to handle it for a night so he could make sure you were alright.

Immediately he rushed out of the guardpost. And immediately to your home. You had given him a key to your home so after he knocked he let himself in. He slowly walked up the stairs and once he saw you laying in your bed, sick and looking weak, he visibly tensed, he continued and before he could come to your rescue Laurence cleared his throat. “Aren't you supposed to be on watch?” Laurence raised a brow. Garroth was taken aback, he didn't even see Laurence in the cloud of his worry, “could say the same about you” the blonde responded with a soft huff.

Laurence rushed over almost immediately, he wasn't doing anything important so it was quite easy to slip away and visit you, there was no way in irene he wouldn't, you were home alone most of the time, who would make sure you didn't lift a finger? Well Laurence couldn't let that slide, so he spent most of his afternoon waiting on you hand and foot. Refilling water, Letting air in, distracting you (he doesn't want you to have any stress at this moment) in any way he could. It was later in the evening but when he saw garroth walk up the stairs laurence didn't know how to feel about seeing the blonde, yes it was nice to know garroth cared as much as he did, but it was so late at night? What was he supposed to help with this late at night?

You let out a soft laugh before sneezing, groaning after which both of the boys immediately looked at you, eyes filled with worry and willingness to run across the world if you so asked for it. But when you simply explained it was a cold that would be away within a few days it was clear these two would have none of that.

So instead of both of those goofballs taking care of you at the same time, they choose to instead switch, one day was garroth and the other was laurence, both would make sure the growing town of phoenix drop would be safe, but would also know you'd be alright and safe.

GARROTH :

- He's actually really careful when it comes to repeating sounds, loud sudden noises, and agitating sounds its odd sure but its something hes sensitive to when hes sick.

- A little careful about getting sick for like…just the first hour. But after he's in all honestly just took a bit to fully accept the costs.

- Makes soup and tea fucking immaculately, oh my god. Ask him to make that and goddess it'll taste so good it's like irene made it herself.

- He is the type to rest his hand on your head any chance he gets. He just likes to keep a feel of how warm you are. Although he feels slightly bad for his rough hands meeting your skin

- In all honesty, I don't think he's totally used to or knows how to take care of someone in such a vulnerable state like this, so as much as he's trying, he understands he may not be the best

LAURENCE :

- Pretty laid back but picks up on what you do and don't want him to do pretty quickly. Don't want him to.

- He seems like a quiet caregiver. Careful to not overwhelm you, he’ll clean around the room a bit to help out if you'll allow him.

- If you're comfortable with it he does personally find it helpful when someones talking to him when he's sick, so if you're ok with it, he's more than willing to sit down and ramble softly so you can doze off.

- He prefers to use a rag to help your face, a cool towel to help relax your heated body, or a warm towel if you are cold.

- He uses a lot of tactics he was personally raised with. Things that originally brought him comfort in hopes that they can help you too!

[oddinary4bts]

November Sun | jjk

☆summary: whenever he breaks, the november sun shines on him. and jungkook chases you across the sky - but you've gone some place he can't reach you now.

☆pairing: Jungkook x reader (I genuinely don't think the gender is ever mentioned? please let me know if it is so I can adjust this here), mentions-ish of Namjoon x reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, it deals with heavy themes)

☆genre: grief au/funeral au?, exes au, angst

☆warnings: angst, like. Just angst. OC is dead and Jungkook is grieving her. Curses words, very light mentions of sex, flashbacks of moments when jungkook broke. mentions of christianism (the funerals are held in a church), mentions of alcohol, jealousy. Namjoon is a broken man as well

☆word count: 3.7k

☆a/n: I started writing this tonight because I was sad and then just realized I won't have the strength to look back on it ever again so I'm posting it even tho it hasn't been beta-ed, and even tho the person that makes my moodboards is unavailable rn. Idc. It needed to be out of my system, and now it is.

☆a/n pt2: I know this piece is extremely heavy. If you ever need to speak, please reach out to me. My blog is a safe space for every single one of you <3

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                The church is a tall building. Grand, elegant in its simplicity, though it cuts against the blue sky up above in stark lines, shaped like a prison.

Jungkook thinks life has become a prison a while ago.

It’s a mystery, why your family chose this space for your funeral. You never believed, never practiced. Is it a betrayal to mark your passing in a space that feels so unlike you?

Jungkook thinks it is.

He sighs, chases the heaviness away the same way the clouds chase themselves in the sky up above. He doesn’t know how the sun is shining in the blue expanse of the sky. It’s November, yet the day is warm, the sun is blindingly glowing. It feels like a crime – how can the sun shine in a world deprived of your existence?

Jungkook doesn’t want to know.

Only knows that he’s watched from afar the people that gathered on the front steps. Chatting, heads hung low and shoulders bent forward. He heard sniffles, he heard laughs, and he just waited for everyone to go in to get closer.

Jungkook doesn’t know why he was invited. Why someone from a distant past figured he would need to be here, to share his grief with people that could understand.

Though Jungkook thinks no one can understand.

He remembers you, in all your glory. His first love, when he had been a stupid college kid who didn’t know what he wanted in life. You were two years older, and now... and now one day he’ll be older than you. Because you've stopped aging, you came and went like a moment in time, when he'll still be here for who fucking knows how long.

He chases the thought away with a long inhale, holds the air in knowing that it’s choking him up before he lets it out on a sigh.

You were beautiful. A star that walked the Earth, only to return to the night sky above far too soon. He had loved you dearly, in his own twisted way. Had tried to be what you sought, what you needed, until he had realized he was never going to be enough.

Would you still be alive today, if he had fought harder?

*****

                “I’m not doing this,” you said. “I’m so fucking done with your indecision, with your fear of commitment.”

Jungkook scoffed. “Please, you graduated and now you think you’re so high above me. Get down from the fucking horse, Y/n, it’s not going to bring us anywhere.”

He’d said the words hoping that they would hurt you. And they did: he saw you physically recoil as if he’d punched you. As if the words had been a physical blow, and not just letters of the alphabets shaped into words and sound, into arrows to pierce that beautiful soul of yours.

“Maybe I don’t want us to go somewhere anymore,” you replied after a quiet moment of breaking hearts.

“I didn’t mean that.”

“I know.” You sighed, slightly shaking your head as your eyes fell to the floor between you and him. “I know, but I mean it.”

“Please,” was all Jungkook thought to reply.

“You say please all the time,” you told him. “You beg me, and for what? We always circle back to fighting, to hurting each other.” You paused, and though you were avoiding his features he could see you blinking back tears. “Maybe we aren’t supposed to be together at all.”

“Don’t say that,” Jungkook warned. “Don’t you fucking say that. I love you. Isn’t that enough for you?”

“I love you too, Jungkook,” you answered. “I’ve loved you since the first day I met you at that stupid party last year.”

Jungkook felt the tear rolling down his cheek, felt the gravity pulling on his heart until it was shattering on the ground.

“Then why stop now?” he asked. “Give me time, Y/n. I’ll graduate, and I’ll be able to move in with you, and to provide for you and give you everything that you need.”

You sighed heavily, finding courage to finally meet his gaze. At the stark finality shining behind your pupils, Jungkook’s knees weakened. His whole fucking body weakened, ready for the blow.

For the end that was coming for you and him like a car barreling down a dead-end street.

“But I’m tired of waiting,” you answered. “I don’t want to spend my life waiting around for someone.”

“I’m still in college, I just can’t move in with you right now…”

“I know, Jungkook. I know.”

He wanted to fight. Wanted to tell you to stay in his dorm tonight, and to never leave again. But he could tell that you were already gone.

So he steeled himself. Readied himself to let you go even though you were the blood in his veins.

“I’m holding you back, aren’t I?”

You wiped a tear on your cheek, blurring behind those in his gaze. “You are.”

He choked on a sob, hiding his eyes behind his hand as if that would stop the breaking. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you reassured him. “We just aren’t at the same place in life anymore.”

An empty silence surrounded you, so loud Jungkook could hear every beat of his heart in his ears, could feel the walls pressing in.

“I don’t want you to go,” he softly said.

“I know,” you murmured. “I…” You choked on a sob, and it took you a moment before you managed to continue. “I’m sorry.”

He laughed, a sound so devoid of joy he wondered if he’d ever feel happiness again. “Please don’t be. You’re allowed to want more.”

“I wish I didn’t.”

Anger rose up on the horizon of Jungkook’s conscience, and he pushed it away. He refused to be angry at you, refused to put the blame on you when you made it clear that you wanted him to move in so long ago, and he disregarded it without even once thinking about it.

“I’ll find you again,” he promised, voice strained and heavy with emotion. “I’ll graduate and find you.”

You stepped closer to him, gently cupping his cheek. “Go find someone that loves you for what you are, Jungkook.”

“And you don’t?”

“I don’t want you to settle for someone that asks too much for you,” you explained, renewed silver lining your eyes. “Find someone that loves you for who you are, right now.”

“Fuck that,” he choked out, and he pulled you flush against his chest. “Fuck this nonsense. ”

“I’m so sorry,” you cried against him.

“Don’t be,” he reassured you, though he was crying too. “Don’t be. Give me a few years. I’ll have it all figured out in a few years.”

*****

                The priest at the front of the church is going on and on about something that Jungkook doesn’t care to listen to. It’s impersonal, nothing like you, like the vibrant girl he remembers. So he lets his memory guide him to you, where you’re awaiting him. Your lips on his, your hand running through his hair. Your own hair catching in the wind that time you’d gone hiking, and he’d believed being at the top of the mountain with you felt like he had won in life.

Or that time you’d driven on the coast, windows down, screaming the lyrics to a song he can’t listen to anymore. Now the song is haunted by ghosts of a past he never learned to let go, perhaps because for months after the breakup he’d kept the conviction that he’d find his way back to you. He’d believed it the same way he believed the sun would always rise in the morning. A simple truth of nature, that nothing could ever break.

Except a car accident, apparently. Because all it took was a car accident to wipe you off the surface of the Earth, to take your light and shove it into shadows, into darkness and a void so wide he knows he’ll never find you again.

But he’d believed he’d find his way back to you. Never let anyone in after you, for the months and years it took him to graduate because he always knew he’d find his way back to you. You were his silver lining, the finish line at the end of the race. On a November day, just as sunny as today, Jungkook reached that finish line.

He did find you again, only you never knew.

*****

                Jungkook had never felt so light before. Like he had grown wings, like he was soaring in the clouds up above. Though the sun was out, the weather was cold, wind running cold fingers through the lapels of his coat until he found himself shivering as he made his way to the flower store.

He’d get the biggest bouquet for you, and then he’d head to where he knew from a common friend that you lived now. It was Saturday, and he hoped to catch you unaware, to catch you in the middle of cleaning your apartment the same way that you cleaned it back when you were dating.

The image of you, with your hair pulled back in a high ponytail as you danced around instead of sweeping the floor shone in his mind, brighter than the star in the sky above.

He bought the flowers, heart beating fast in his chest. Because it was time. It was finally time to go home, to tell you that he did everything he said he would, that he changed and now had a job that could support what you both wanted. He wanted to ask you out, and in his dreams you had been answering yes every single time since he had decided to go see you.

His heart fluttered as he gently rested the flowers on his passenger seat, careful not to damage them. Memories floated to him, and a smile grew on his lips as he remembered you, screaming out the window that day you had driven along the coast. You had stopped to watch the sunset in the waves, and he’d kissed you stupid on his back seat until every single inch of your skin knew about his love.

He couldn’t wait to create new memories with you.

He drove carefully, enjoying the warmth of the sun now that he was safely hidden from the wind. You actually didn’t live too far from where he did now, and soon enough he parked his car near your building. He got out of the vehicle, almost running to the other side in his excitement to grab the bouquet on the passenger seat. When it was safely tucked in his hand, Jungkook shut the car door, locked it, and started walking to your building.

He didn’t even know which apartment was yours. He believed fate would guide him, and so he crossed the street to your building, trusting the universe for what was to come next.

He heard your laugh before he saw you. Love swelled in his chest, and he wondered if you were laughing because you’d seen him, because you’d known that he’d come back for you.

And then he saw you. The wind was ruffling your hair, which he assumed had prompted the laugh. Your eyes were closed, hands struggling to push the wild strands behind your ears.

You were more beautiful than he remembered. Shone brighter, with the same stuff that stars consisted of. He was struck for a moment, watching you with his bouquet hoping that you’d open your eyes and see him.

The world slowed down to a stop, and time halted, and Jungkook watched you, feeling at home for the first time in years.

The illusion fractured the instant someone else came into view, making him realize that you hadn’t been laughing at the wind. No, perhaps your laughter took root in the dimples gracing the man’s cheeks as he smiled at you, as he pecked your forehead before grabbing your hand.

Jungkook ducked behind a car, clutching the flower bouquet like a lifeline the moment that you turned towards him. Did you hear his heart breaking? Did you hear the mockery in the November sun rays – you’d broken up on a similar day, years ago.

Jungkook couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think around the shattering of his heart, around the blood turning to ice in his veins as he heard you speak to the man – Namjoon, he heard you call him.

He would have rather not known the name.

Still Jungkook drank in the sound of your voice, trying to shape it into the words he was so willing to hear you say today. It didn’t work, and soon enough your voice disappeared, leaving him in a deafening silence of wind and sun and the realization that after all, he had come back too late.

Perhaps he should have known that he'd be too late.

*****

                When Jungkook received the call last week, he’d sat outside in the silence until he thought his eardrums would start bleeding. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t breathed, hadn’t done anything other than to stare at the fading light of the sun.

He wonders, why is it that whenever he breaks, November sun is shining high above? As if the universe takes pleasure in his torment, in undoing him until he barely counts as a human being anymore.

He got pissed out drunk that night. Last time he had been as drunk was when he had found out you were dating someone new, that day he had come to find you.

And now he wonders, if he had approached you that day, would you still be dead today? Would life still have put you on that road with its drunk driver so that you could meet your end?

Or would you be laughing at some dumb comment he’d make, telling him that he’s stupid with eyes so full of love he wouldn’t be able to do anything else but agree with you?

It’s hard to tell. So, he doesn’t try to figure it out – he has an eternity ahead of himself to figure out how to live without you anyway.

Maybe in all his misfortune Jungkook actually had some luck. He’s learned to grieve you a while ago already, and perhaps grieving someone that still lives is harder than grieving someone that’s passed. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t think he knows anything. Just that, so far back in the past he should have said fuck it and move in with you. It was such a simple request, but he had been too young and dumb, and he’d forever live with the regrets of it.

If someone from your family notices his presence at the funeral, recognizes him from your shared past, they don’t say. Especially not as the end of the ceremony comes before he’s had a chance to really take in the picture of you, smiling, over there next to the urn with your ashes.

You’re ashes now. Everything that made you – your laugh, your smile, the way you carried yourself with that simple elegance – all of it is gone to be replaced with mere ashes.

He doubts they can hold the truth of your essence, but then again he doesn’t think anything can, or anything ever will again.

He blinks away the tears as they come, leaving the ceremony like a whisper in the wind. He doesn’t want to speak to your family, doesn’t want to see them coddling the man that you loved, that survived the accident when he should have been the one to go.

Jealousy and selfishness are ugly, Jungkook realizes. But it’s easier to hate the man that took you away from him, no matter how unknowingly he did it.

And Jungkook tried to hate you once. He tried hard, in the months after that fated November day, when you’d laughed to that man’s joke, smiled when he’d smiled that soft dimpled smile of his. He had tried, because hating you felt like it was the only way he wouldn’t hurt. But he still hurt – he still hurts.

All he’s been able to do in his life since you broke up is hurt, and he highly doubts he’ll ever feel differently again.

Perhaps he’ll grow numb. Perhaps he should have grown numb a while ago.

At least that’s what he’s telling himself days later, when he’s looking at the tombstone they picked out for you. The finality of your name and the dates, the ending, is unnerving. He wishes it was fake, wishes it was a joke, and that he didn’t spend most of his life loving someone that moved on to a new love in just a few years.

It’s been over a decade and he hasn’t moved on even a little bit.

He kicks the ground, mad at the leaves littering the ground where you’re buried, as if they’re sullying you. And as if laughing at him, sun rays pierce through the clouds up above, that dreaded November sun making an appearance when it should stay gone.

He allows himself to cry. To break down, to sit on the ground and curse everything and everyone that’s ever been between you and him. He curses his stupidity, curses the sun and the leaves and the etchings on the stone. He hates everything. Hates himself, hates you, hates the whole fucking universe for taking you away, for not giving him the chance to be with you.

That’s how Namjoon finds him. Jungkook’s tears have receded, and he’s just sitting there, an empty shell that once held love and laughter and your lips on his. He hears the scuffle of Namjoon’s steps, of his cane as he walks up the path.

The man’s features are grave when Jungkook can’t help but glance towards him, sees him ambling up the path with that cane, the only indication that he too was in that car accident. And Jungkook wonders if Namjoon knows about him. If Namjoon knows that he wasn’t the first man whose love for you was a bottomless ocean, one Jungkook has drowned in time and time again since you broke up.

Namjoon remains standing, and Jungkook remains sitting. Like there’s an understanding between them, and silence conveys more than words could. Jungkook doesn’t want to move, and Namjoon clearly doesn’t have anywhere to go.

Jungkook thinks the Earth has revolved around the sun at least once before Namjoon scrapes his throat.

“It’s hard to believe that she’s gone, isn’t it?” he speaks, deep voice carrying the weight of the universe.

Jungkook doesn’t deign reply as his eyes fill with tears, though he refuses to let them out right now.

Especially not in front of the man you loved after him.

“You’re Jungkook, aren’t you?”

The simple sentence makes Jungkook lose it. He hides his face in his hands, his whole soul bleeding out under the November sun.

“She told me about you,” Namjoon continues, and Jungkook is convinced he hears pain, tears and grief laced with Namjoon’s words.

What did you tell him, Jungkook wonders? Did you tell Namjoon that you should have waited for Jungkook, that you should have given him a chance to become what you needed?

“She loved you a lot,” Namjoon adds after a silence, and he chokes on a sob. “She never forgot about you.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Jungkook asks with that broken voice, raspy with disuse.

He hasn’t been able to speak since you died.

“You deserve to grieve. She loved and loved, and I wish it would have been enough for her to live…”

“Stop,” Jungkook begs. “Please.”

Namjoon falls silent, offering salvation to Jungkook, though Jungkook doesn’t know if he deserves it.

Would he have been able to offer salvation to someone in his position if the situation was reversed? He highly doubts it.

“It’s just…” he trails off when he finds words again. “You got fucking years with her. You got years of loving and-“ it breaks on a sob. “And you were fucking engaged.” Jungkook pulls at his hair. “You were engaged, and all I got was months. Not even a full year.”

“I’m sorry man,” Namjoon answers, voice so broken Jungkook wonders who’s suffering the most.

He doesn’t think it’s himself.

“Was she happy?” Jungkook eventually asks, once he can’t stand the silence hanging around. Once he can’t stand the etchings on the stone, the void in the universe that used to be filled with you.

“I made her as happy as I could,” Namjoon replies truthfully, his voice strained but not as pained anymore. As if he’s reached a conclusion, clarity filling his mind.

Not needing to hear more, Jungkook gets up, dusting himself off.

“Good talk,” he says, fighting against the next onslaught of tears, and then he’s storming off.

Storming away from you, from everything that you meant to him. And maybe the sun rays really are mocking him in that beautiful November sky, because Namjoon says, “I don’t think she ever truly was happy after you, though.”

Jungkook stops, convinced someone just stabbed him right in the heart. He doesn’t think the organ can beat anymore, doesn’t think he can live anymore. He just wants to be dust on the wind, to be forgotten, and to stop fucking feeling all the time.

“She was calling off the engagement,” Namjoon continues. “She…” Jungkook turns, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen such agony as the one that graces Namjoon’s features right now. “She said she shouldn’t get married to me when she still loved another.”

Clouds pass in front of the November sun, and Jungkook remembers the smile on your face whenever you’d catch his gaze. He remembers the way you’d lovingly cupped his cheek even when you were breaking up with him. He still feels the ghost of your fingers on his skin as he holds Namjoon’s broken gaze.

He holds Namjoon’s broken gaze, unable to offer the man salvation. It might make him a monster, might make him selfish and jealous and everything that he finds disgusting about humanity. But Jungkook doesn’t care.

Not when he realizes that perhaps, perhaps he’s the one that you’re waiting for on the other side of the veil, so that you can rest in the eternity of afterlife together.

And perhaps, perhaps there’s some sort of beauty in the thought.

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I am crying and in pain and I am sending everyone that read this whole thing lots of love and if you need to talk just hit me up bc grief is a bitch and we hate her and I just wish I could take everyone's grief away

All rights reserved to @/oddinary4bts, 2023. Do not copy, repost or translate.

[solifloris]

i'm so sorry but like actually. i have to come on here for a second and say, with full confidence, that i am more in love with the supporting characters than sylus himself 😭😭 i want them so bad you don't GET IT guys I AM SO 😭 you're hearing this from me first but i need them ARDENTLY 😭😭 idc anymore man i needed to get this out SOMEWHERE 😭😭😭😭

none of you will ever understand how much i fucking squeal everytime they come on screen even their VOICES ARE ADORABLE have you HEARD THEM.

have you SEEN THEM

LIKE JUST

the entire "midnight stealth" story and this scene short-circuited my brain. the entirety of it, and all that it contains. but this. this scene. i get this scene. i get THEM. and i cannot focus on anything else. this is literally the sole most important scene to me i need you to understand that

likejfhsjfhshfjhs stfu can i HAVE THEM... can i 😭 can i just 😭 can i put them in my pocket and just 😭😭😭😭 i thought i was in love enough with jeremiah but this 😭😭😭 this might actually surpass that 😭😭😭😭

i'll go insane 😭😭😭😭

sylus move ASIDEEEEE 😭😭😭

//also lowkey theyre giving crispin and basilio from trese .... iykyk

that is all, thank you for coming to my ted talk

[flipfliqyaoi]

Can you please yap about Flippy and Lumpy's relationship? They seem pretty close

OK THEY'RE PRETTY INTERESTING and I can see why they're a popular-ish duo! From the little times we see Flippy interacting with Lumpy HE GENERALY DOES TRUST THIS GUY. Trusted enough that he's willing to get therapy help from him, which means being vulnerable with him, which means opening up about parts of his trauma and his disorders where I'm sure no one else would've ever known. That's a huge deal imo. Lumpy is very close with Flippy and I feel a lot of ppl miss that and brush him off as just "some dumb guy" which is just surface level canon portrayal, but he's definitely much more than that.

I believe that in the Double Whammy episode, Lumpy is the one who suggested exposure therapy AFTER Flippy tried to OD and failed, and THEN we see that whole metaphorical battle between Flippy and Fliq. Because I guess it just makes more sense in my head (even if canon doesn't show it, IDC !!!!). Guy tries to end himself and then come back to his friend after realizing what he just did and reaches out for help bc he's terrified out of his mind of his attempt working one day. Scared of things getting worse than it is. He doesn't even know why he did it. God knows how mad Fliq is after managing to keep the body alive for so long just for the Host to do an attempt.

What I'm trying to get at here is that Lumpy, this guy has been through thick and thin with Flippy, in a way no other people have for him, changed his life for the better, hey! He doesn't get triggered from sudden noises anymore. Thanks to Lumpy's help on guiding him through this hard journey he's been able to genuinely heal and live a liveable life. I think Flippy can't thank him enough for it, for being there when no one else knew how to help. Oh they're also neighbors according to that one Still Alive episode so I do headcanon they visit eachother's houses a lot to hangout and do literally anything ever. Tea party? Board games? FPS games for Fliq lmao? Lumpy would love to do all that with him.

Fliq LOOOVES sports and I feel like these two would play basketball together late out (I NEED TO DRAW THAT... I have a vision), AND. AND THEY WORKOUT TOGETHER OH MY GOODNESS I LOVE THE IDEA OF THEM BEING WORKOUT BUDDIES. Hmm also sometimes Fliq gets impulsive and Lumpy is there to be like bro... BAD idea bro. He also breaks off or stops unnecessary fights from happening because I think Fliq is quite argumentative whenever anyone tries to mess with him lol,, like. "Oh you tryna pick a fight with me? I'LL SHOW YOU WHO YOU'RE FUCKIN' WITH!!!" n Lumpy goes to defuse the situation BAHAH. Definitely needs to work on Fliqs anger management. Besides that I personally think these two are much closer and have a lot more chemistry than like, Flippy and Flaky. NO HATE TO THE FLIPPY FLAKY LOVERS i see the appeal of the duo !!! Hell I'm pretty sure I got a yap session of those two somewhere in my blog lol... But yeah those are my thoughts !! :3

[campbenji]

*JWCT SPOILERS* very messy first thoughts

OH BOY here we go

-ben and darius's dynamic was epic. the hug. the roadtrip scenes. "is your friend okay?" "no 😊". ben getting darius out of his isolation cabin and darius grounding him in ep2. the parallels with s3ep7. "you kiss your mother with that mouth?" i'm gonna be thinking about that scene for days. their ship is still a swim to me but please they better keep whatever the fuck they have going on in s2 because it's fucking wonderful

-i love that they took the chance to give more light to duos we didn't see much in jwcc. teamups we didn't often see like ben and sammy, THE B-DUO, and darius and sammy got very special moments here

-the amount of pictures/videos from the six years in between??? the brooklynn flashbacks??? we were so well fed

-BRAND!!!!!! i got so happy when i heard him the first episode, he's clearly been checking on his brother and i'm glad he's ok

-bowman family FEAST. brand and darius talking over the phone. the pictures on the cabin. kenji saying he calls mrs. bowman once a week and all the nice things he said about her. the whole mess between kenji and darius. "we're brothers, right?" i died dead. i love this family your honor

-sammy. she's got so much going on and we desperately need to talk about it. i'm so worried about her, she's desperately trying to avoid confronting what happened with brooklynn, with yaz and her own trauma, and then they casually dropped on us that her family isn't speaking to her and never elaborated on that?? sammy, who's love and care for her family was her biggest motivation in jwcc?? i need to know what happened because it must've been big

-mateo!! i liked him a lot, he definitely doesn't want to get into any of this mess but still dabbles around a bit to help the kids, which i respect. also i hope we get to meet his daughter hiraya, she sounds really cool

-MS MICROBANGS (or the handler, or whatever name we're calling her). what is her deal. who is she working for. she's so uncanny, literally almost robotic i need to know more about her

-brookenji over i cheered. don't take this personally i've never been a fan of this ship and a part of me knew they weren't going to last long

-the animation increased in quality so much. the scene after ben, yaz and sammy get out of the sinking van is so well done it's so pretty to look at. and the t-rex with the explosion behind her? it reminds me so much of toro in the tunnels in s1ep8, and i haven't tested this out but i feel like if you put them one next to the other the improvement would be so noticeable.

-also related to the point above: that thing when a character's eyes start filling up with tears but they don't cry just yet? 10/10. chef's fucking kiss

-sure jwct has the same tv-y7 rating as jwcc, but from minute 1 it's obvious it's not the same audience they're talking to. it's not a big change in tone, like for example adventure time/distant lands/fionna and cake, but it's there, you can tell they know it's not little kids watching anymore

-BUMPY IS HAVING A BABY BUMPY IS A MOM NOW they had me shit scared for her and then they pulled a freaking egg my heart was literally pounding. anyways i hope they get both bumpy and the egg somewhere safe and that they name the new anky "speckles" (i've gotten so attached to that name in the last 24 hours it's insane)

-YASAMMY THE QUEENS THAT YOU ARE. their relationship was stellar this season, i was scared when i saw that they were apart but their issues felt organic to their relationship and i just love how they were written in the show, they are still so in love with each other and i can't wait to see where they go next season. they're everything to me

-yeah they were apart for half the season but. benji crumbs. the egg cradle scene. kenji helping ben after he got hit with the stun gun. basically all they did was act like they knew each other but idc. we are so back.

-the brooklynn reveal was... meh?? it could've been more rewarding if they waited until s2 to reveal she's still alive, but at least i hope they take their time before reuniting her with the rest of the camp fam. also i can't believe ppl even guessed what arm she was going to lose y'all have prophetic powers or smth

-bringing daniel back to kill him the same episode was an insane move btw. i would've normally complained but it's all worth it for causing the panic attack scene in ep7. kenji's reaction felt so genuine, i'm forever in awe at how well this show writes grief and trauma

-i'm so conflicted about darius's confession. i like dinostar, but i feel like it wasn't needed for darius to be in love with brooklynn to explain the voicemails and the way he was dealing with her death. she was one of his closest friends, his grief made sense even with them being platonic. on the other hand, i love how he admitted it to kenji and the fact they didn't turn it into a huge fight between them; also, "i didn't know i could even feel that way" aroace/acespec darius truthers never lose

-maybe it's just that i need to rewatch, but i'm lost as to where they're going next season?? i know they're getting on a boat but where does that go?? what are they trying to do?? there's so much happening my head is spinning

-ben... he kind of felt like the comic relief for most of the show, the first episodes showed him as being really paranoid again and struggling with being alone, but halfway through the season they just sort of forgot about it?? idk something was off

-bring back kenji's old latin spanish va idk who this guy is but that is not kenji i can't do this. i'll survive the loss of ryan potter but i won't survive this

anyways yeah i think those are most of my uncooked thoughts, overall i really liked the season, i can't believe we got to see the kids again this is still so unreal to me

[ranmouridesu]

Y’ALL DON’T CARE BUT I NEED TO WRITE IT DOWN. i’m currently having the time of my life watching the ranma remake but i don’t understand why people on twitter are so mean to him OMG LEAVE HIM ALONE, HE’S MY SON 😭 idc if his design is simple, i think it’s cute ! or if he’s VERY questionable sometimes but he’s a silly teenager who found himself in an absurd situation when all he wanted to do was to hang out with akane and be with her lol

and if you think “i wish people treated female characters like they treat male characters by accepting that looks aren’t everything and it’s okay if they have a simple design or are canonically not the most pretty”, akane tendo and ran mouri are literally my favorite characters ever and i know they are canonically very pretty but not every fc gets the “it’s okay if she’s not that cute” pass, i mean they’re all requested to be pretty, smart and cool BUT they can’t cry or show real emotions.

so you can trust me on the fact that i know what it means to see people mischaracterise their favorite fc for different reasons (ran-akane defender always 🙂‍↕️)

i just think that ranma’s design is way cuter (to me !!) than any other men in the manga lol. (same goes with shinichi tbh, he’s cute to me ran is cuter anyway) and yes, said that, i will always in my entire life, prefer female characters !! AND YES FEMALE RANMA IS WAY CUTER !! and also they dress him up with different fits for the fan merch 🥺 it’s so cute to me !

thank you if you’re the only soul that read this random thought but i just needed to write it somewhere bc i feel so seen by people on twt defending akane (i’m literally living for this akane tendo world domination) but i wish some of them liked him the way i do lol

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When the Levee Breaks (pt. 5)

Daryl Dixon x OFC

Story Summary: The one in which a stripper that used to know Merle and Daryl shows up at the Atlanta camp. Daryl’s feelings are complicated but mostly he hates her, right?

Chapt Setting: The Farm/Woods

Chapt Warnings: pretty explicit drug use (meth), season 2 Daryl, degrading/sexist language (he’s starting to get better lol), SOPHIA CHAPTER (I think that deserves a warning)

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Daryl’s POV story. Daryl’s starting to be less of a dick, trying really hard to make it feel organic/make it make sense in the story. Idk. This chapter was really rough to write because… it made me sad. Also have no idea if it even makes sense (the hallucination bit, really hope it does) lol ALSO; I looked up some timeline stuff and i just?? Really thought Daryl was out there for days on his own? But apparently he wasn’t? We’re just gonna say that he is in this story. 🤷🏼‍♀️ I can only do so much when the timeline of TWD is fucking stupid sometimes. (I mean it. Come for me. Idc. Rick was in a coma for 59 days without food or water???!?!!!? Bye)

masterlist

17+ mdni (no smut in this one tho sorry)

Like fiberglass in my veins, it tears through me. Mellow, at first, almost think I should rail more before I can feel myself sweatin’. Different kinda sweat, comin’ from my fuckin’ soul. 

Haven’t felt like I was doin’ something ‘wrong’ since I was little. That feeling that ch’ya get when you’re doin’ somethin’ ya know you’re not s’possed to. This ain’t the first time I done spazz, but maybe it’ll be the last. The anxiety about doin’ it goes away the second I feel the devil kick me through my nose to the back of my brain. Even though I know it’s comin’, it always feels like gettin’ skullfucked by satan. 

Been out here for a day. I brought Merle’s shit with me because I decided to finally get rid of it somewhere. But I got somethin’ that needs doin’. And anyway, I got years of experience with ice. Not doin’ it. Sometimes doin’ it. Never let Merle know, he’d’ve made some big whoop ‘bout it. And everytime he’d gone and done more than he remembered, he woulda blamed me. Shit though, sometimes it was. 

M’not like Merle and Beatle. Ain’t an addict. Can do shit and put it down. Always been able to put it down. Figured other people could too, that they just didn’t wanna. ‘m not sure, but still kinda think that. 

Never felt fuckin’ guilty about it before, though. Fuckin’ Beatle. I’unno if it’s cuz I’d be done with her if she did the same shit, or if it’s cuz I know if she knew that I was - she’d be mad at me. Mad I didn’t invite ‘er. 

But this shit ain’t for fuckin’ playtime. Only reason ‘m even doin’ it i’so I can find Sophia. So I can stay awake, focus, and get ‘er back. They use ta use this shit in war. War’s the reason methamphetamines even exist. Nazi’s? Hell, every single one of ‘em in WWII. Kamikazi’s loaded up, totally fuckin’ wasted outta their minds on crystal while they bolted ‘em in. Kept ‘em awake, kept ‘em happy, kept ‘em focused on the mission. Tha’s what I gotta do. 

I can’t stop lookin’ til I find ‘er. Sophia. ‘m the only one that can, only one that knows how. And anymore, ‘m the only one that seems to give a shit. ‘Sides Carol. And Beatle. She wanted ta come. Told her she’d only slow me down. Distract me. Drawn more geeks. She woulda. Told her I didn’t need food either but she packed me some anyway. Knew I wasn’t gonna be hungry. Knew I was gonna use this dumb shit to help. But whatever. 

Doesn’t matter what happens to me, right? My life’s not worth nothin’, not compared to that little girl. Now that her old man’s outta the picture she actually got a chance. Maybe not mucha one, not the way shit is these days. But she got ‘er mom. And ‘er mom can actually be ‘er mom now. Not scared of some piece’a shit prick that finally got what was comin’ to ‘im. 

Man fuck that guy.

The trail I’m followin’ disappears so I backtrack to the mangroves where I found her doll and try to find another one. 

I start to wonder what kinda old man Beatle had. What kinda mom? Startin’ ta realize I don’t know a damn thing about Beatle. I know she likes drinkin’, she likes laughin’, she likes fuckin’ with me. But… 

Beatle keeps surprisin’ me. Not just because she let me hump her face a few days ago, the fact that she liked it, shit I haven’t even had a second to process that. Nah, more cuz she hasn’t brought it up. Hasn’t tried to hold my hand again. Hasn’t been annoyin’ me nearly as much. Not even at all, if ‘m honest. 

My brain’s goin’ a million miles a fuckin’ second over Beatle and what happened between us. Not just the other night, but back then. Got questions that need answerin’ but she ain’t here. Try to keep myself occupied with trackin’ but it ain’t like trackin’ takes much thinkin’. Follow every trail I pick up, but none of ‘em lead me to Sophia. 

I’d prob’ly start gettin’ really frustrated about this, but that’s what crystals good for. All the dopamine I need, and nothin’s annoyin’. Focus.

✨🏹 

Bent branches, wilted leaves, mud impressions, walker guts. Trees and rocks and blood and mud and dirt and greens and browns and reds and blacks. And it’s dark and it’s light and it’s dark. And it smells fuckin’ rotten. Bent branches, wilted leaves, another trail, another dead end, another undead shithead. Bent branches, wilted leaves, mud impressions, Beatle. 

How many times did I go into Merle’s bag and take the devils dick up my nose? Cuz Beatle’s standin’ here right in front of me. ‘Cept she’s all done up in makeup and glitter and her pupils are the size of dimes. Little pink crop top, tiniest pair’a daisy dukes I ever seen. ‘n she’s in my face sayin’ the shit I been thinkin’ about her sayin’ since that day she said it. 

“I like you, Dar.” 

“You like bein’ fucked up more.” I say it like I said it the last time. 

“That’s not true! I mean - I like you, Daryl.” She steps closer, tries to put her hand on my cheek before I brush her off. She slumps back a little, turning away. “You like me, too. You said it.” 

My hearts in my fuckin’ throat and I’m standin’ there, this can’t be fuckin’ happening. I know is’not but doesn’t make it feel any less real. “Tha’ was before I really knew ya, Beatle.” 

Hate that I said that to ‘er. Did I really say that? Cuz maybe that’s how I felt. Hell, maybe that’s how I felt last week. But it ain’t fair. I don’t know her. Still. Now. Don’t know ‘er at all. Thought I did. Thought I understood what kinda girl did those kindsa things. Is that really what I said? Fuck.

She’s still turned away from me, but I walk the half circle around to look at her face. And she’s sobbing. Silently, trying to stay as still as possible. I… I don’t remember this part. Maybe I didn’t see it? Nah, I saw it. Just didn’t care. Didn’t wanna look at ‘er. Didn’t want to hear her lame ass confession. Especially after she’d brought up that I told ‘er I liked ‘er. She sniffles and wipes her face before she pulls a bubble pipe out of the waistband of her shorts and lights the bottom, starts smokin’ it. She asks if I want a hit, like last time. 

I go to say no, but the words don’t come out. Instead my hand reaches for it. I look back up and Beatle’s dressed all different. Baggy jeans and a bikini top. That night. Fuck. Shit. I don’t want to relive that night. 

“I promise, I won’t tell Merle.” She says, handing me her lighter. And I smoke it. Inhaling the vapor slowly like she had. “You gotta sip at it, like it’s a coffee and you’re drinking the air to see if it’s still too hot. Roll the bowl or it will burn.” I do it the way she says. She’s like ten years younger than me, but she looks at me - talks to me like it don’t matter. Like she don’t see it that way. Guess I don’t either, never really did. 

I’d never wanted to smoke it before. But that night I wanted to. With her. Woulda done anything she’d asked that night ‘fore she ruined it. I ruined it. Til it got all fucked up an’ it was never the same again. Not the way I saw her, not the way she looked at me. 

I’m goin’ through memories like they’re happening all over again. Feelin’ fuckin’ sick. I don’t wanna remember this. 

I hand the pipe back to her and she asks, “How do you feel?” 

“Fine.” 

“Just fine?” She smiles. 

“Good.” I clarify. 

“Good.” 

Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “I think I like you, Beatle.” 

She laughs too hard, “you think?” I feel myself getting sicker and angry again all at once. 

I split in half. One half feelin’ those same feelings I felt. That this conceited fuckin’ bitch really acts like everyone likes her. I hear her words and it sounds like she’s sayin’ ‘well obviously’ - but the other halfa me hears it like a real question. Like she wanted ta know what I meant. I don’t remember how I responded then, but I can hear myself say it, “Self-obsessed cunt.” 

Beatle laughs, “Is that what you like about me?” 

My misunderstanding continues; Thought she was pickin’ on me. Makin’ funna me. All these years. All this time. Thought she was fuckin’ laughin’ at me. Never told a girl I liked her. Not that I never did like one, just never told ‘em. Not like some teenage fuckin’ confessional. And I do and what?  she just laughs.  

Shit. 

Cuz inside ‘m screaming. Screamin’ at myself ta say somethin’ different. To jus’ tell her. She’s special, she’s exciting, and when she smiles at the shit I say it makes me feel like I’m the only one in the fuckin’ world to her. Tha’s what she wants ta here. Tha’s why she’s askin’. 

“Nah. Forget it.” She nods, and I thought she did forget it.  She forgot until she brings it up again in the memory I already re-lived. 

Tha’s how I was so damn sure she didn’t give a single shit about if I liked her or not. Didn’t bring it up again for months. Didn’t give a single shit about me at all. Felt stupid for ever thinkin’ she might. Just a dumb crush on a dumb girl, and I forgot everything about it. An’ every little thing she did that made me like ‘er ended up as somethin’ else I hated.  And every time I saw her after that she was fucked up on somethin’. Meth or booze or weed. Usually all three. 

It comes at me like a fuckin’ freight train, her lips crashing into mine, but this time I want it. Don’t wanna stop kissin’ ‘er. Instead my arms move and I push her down to the ground. She’s wearing the crop top again, can tell she’d been cryin’. She’s layin’ there in the rocks lookin’ up at me and I flash back to the living room where this happened, where she’d told me she liked me back. I wanna beat the shit outta myself for makin’ her look like that. 

How didn’t I see it? 

I did see it. I just didn’t care. Thought I knew what kinda girl did those kinds’a things. 

Wonderin’ what kind of old man she had. What kinda boyfriends before she met me. How maybe she’s just as fuckin’ scared’a feelin’ stuff as I am. How maybe it took her months to even get up the courage to tell me after I’d told ‘er never mind and slowly started to hate her. How many’a those drinks were for courage? How many’a those hits were cuz she was nervous?

Shit. 

And she’s runnin’ away like she did then. Away from me an’ outta my life until a few weeks ago. I know it ain’t real but I run after her anyway. Screamin’ her name into the open air like maybe somehow I can change it if I can get her to come back. But she’s gone and ‘m still running tryin’ to find her. Screaming for her ‘til my throats hoarse. 

‘Til the walkers hear me. 

✨🏹

Andrea fuckin’ shot me. What is wrong with this fuckin’ group?

✨🏹

Beatle’s in the bedroom with me but I can’t look at ‘er. Don’t wanna. Feels like she knows what I was doin’ out in them woods without ‘er. Like she can see the dirty shit in my soul and for some reason it makes me ill. Can’t look at ‘er. Knowin’ I hurt ‘er like that all that time ago. Knowin’ it now like I ain’t ever known anything else. 

It’s just me ‘n her and she doesn’t try to talk to me. Just lets me lay there hatin’ myself for all of it. Didn’t even find Sophia. 

Spent a lot of my days in my life hatin’ myself. Thinkin’ I was good for nothin’. Now ‘m sure of it. 

I feel the bed move under the weight of her. She hugs herself around me, and like some pathetic kid I fuckin’ cry. Don’t know if she can tell or not but she tries comforting me anyway. “It’s okay, Dar. You did your best.” Her voice… how could I have ever thought it was annoying? Her bein’ so nice just makes me hate myself more. 

“Lea‘me alone, Beatle.” Shakin’ her arm out from around me. She gets off the bed and sits back in the chair she’d been in. God, I fuckin’ hate myself. Wanna scream No, come back. I didn’t mean it. 

Still got question’s that need answerin’. This time Beatles right here, and I ain’t got nothin’ to lose. “Why were you naked in Merle’s room?” Grateful that she’s sittin’ behind me. Don’t think I could talk to ‘er ‘bout this stuff if she was lookin’ at me. Right now? If I saw her face? Don’t think I could talk at all. 

She laughs. Fuck her stupid fuckin’ laugh. “I still can’t believe you think I fucked around with Merle.” 

“Why not? Y’all hung out every other day.” My voice is sharp, feels like she’s laughin’ at me again. Always feels like everyone’s laughin’ at me. 

“We all hung out every other day, Dar.” 

“Stop callin’ me tha’.” 

“I was carpet surfing. Your dumbass brother spilled all the schkag all over the damn place.” 

Oh…. But, “Ya didn’t have any clothes on.” 

“I never had any clothes on, Daryl. You sure I wasn’t just wearing something ‘slutty’? You know, like you always said I was? Cuz I don’t remember, but I’ve never been naked with Merle. Ever. Sounds fuckin’ gross.”

Oh. 

It made sense. Makes so much sense, ‘specially now. She keeps talkin’ an’ ‘m grateful cuz if I tried to say anything else I’d start fuckin’ cryin’ again. “I liked you, man. I…” she stops herself. Wanna beg her to keep goin’ but I can’t. 

Instead I ask ‘er the only question I got left, “Why’d ya leave, then? Ya left ‘n ya never came back.” 

She’s silent for a long time. “When you and Merle moved, where’d you go?” 

She did come back. 

“Why’d ya leave, Beatle?” Doesn’t matter where Merle and I went. She’s avoidin’ the question. 

“Got sober. After that night… with you. Wanted to get sober. Wanted to…” she don’t say the rest but she don’t need to. I got it. Fuck, my heart can’t take it. 

“Cuz I said ya liked gettin’ fucked up more than ya liked me.” It ain’t a question. I know. 

“Think it was more the other thing you said.” 

Tha’ was before I really knew ya, Beatle. I can still taste the words. “Shouldn’t’a said that to ya.” My voice is barely a whisper. 

She gets back up on the bed and puts her arm around me again, this time I don’t shake her away. Her voice, so close to my ear, “I didn’t want to tell you that I came back. I didn’t want you to know that I got sober for you.” 

What? “Why not?” 

“Wasn’t sure you’d care. And if you did… I didn’t want you to have all the what-ifs in your head that I have in mine.” 

She hugs herself into me so tight it’s hard to breathe, and she tells me, “It doesn’t matter anymore.” 

I feel guilty, can’t take any of that back. Can’t make any of it better. I don’t deserve this. Her. After all the nasty shit I ever thought about her. After what I did to her the other night. I can’t bring myself to tell her to leave cuz I know she wants to be here. Don’t wanna make her cry again. 

So I let her hold me. Even though I don’t fuckin’ deserve it. 

[static-symphony-fm]

Is this thing on? 📞

Totally love playing into people’s themes for their little ask bit it’s a hobby of mine 🤭🤭 idc if it’s cringe it’s a fun time but hiyaaaaa babes I had an idea for Jason for my own writing but I cannot physically bring myself to write it so I thought I’d pass it on to someone who might want to do it and do it justice (only if you want absolutely no pressure) 🫶🫶

Like a child of Ares who when they get really angry (the whole genetic anger issues shit he just randomly gave to his kids?? What’s up with that anyway) they get really angry and they just kinda gravitate towards Jason, they just know where he is, it’s like a sixth sense, a spider sense, a sparky sense if you will (do not encourage me) but he just knows how to calm them down? Just holds their hand or something like that and grounds them?

I dunno how to explain but that’s all! Hope you have/had a great day (I don’t even know roughly what time zone you’re in 😭) and please don’t feel rushed or pressured to do this 🫶

this took so long for 354 words im so sorry also i hate the ending

 we're dancing in this world alone

you had been sword fighting with some cocky kid from the hermes cabin, and he’d managed to both disarm you and steal your camp necklace within the span of five seconds. the way he’d dangled the beads from his nimble fingers above you as you got up, combined with that goddamn smirk… red-hot embarrassment had flared in your cheeks. you did not like to be humiliated. 

“give it.” you’d snapped, reaching out to grab your necklace back. but he’d only smiled wider, holding it above your reach. 

“not until you admit that just because your daddy’s big and strong doesn’t mean you’re a good fighter.” he says mockingly, and gods, you wanted to kill him. anger bubbled up in you like a pot on the stove about to boil over, and you turned and stomped off as he laughed at you. how dare he embarrass you? you wanted to strangle him.

where were you going? you didn’t know, but you were marching through the woods like you were trying to get somewhere more specific than just “away”.

 it wasn't clear to you where your destination was until your eyes followed the stark white marble columns up to the carved eagle motif of cabin one, distant thunder rumbling in the distance like you were being judged for even standing in front of it.  of course. jason. he was who you needed right now.  

the guy in question pushes the door open and sees you standing there. his brow furrowed under the frames of his glasses. “are you alright?” 

“no. just… come here.” 

he tentatively takes a couple of steps toward you, reaching out his hand like he would to a scared animal.  you grab his hand with both of yours, and you swear you can feel the anger dissipating, like clouds parting. it’s slow, but effective. after a couple of seconds where neither of you speak, he breaks the silence.

“what happened?”

you explained the whole situation, having to take pauses in between to curse out the kid under your breath while jason listens attentively. 

“i’m just glad i’m not the one you're mad at.”

[the-unaligned]

Bravern episode 8 spoilers

EP 8 Analysis

This is going to be super incoherent and is mostly just going to be me rambling but idc, I need to post this somewhere so it’s not ruminating in my head until I assault some random human with word vomit

So this is mostly going to be focus on episode 8 but I will touch back on previous episodes for references.

Anyways Episode 8 basically just confirmed the “Bravern is Smith” theory and I am so hype

What is the “Bravern is Smith” theory?

So the Bravern is Smith theory is a theory that.. well.. Bravern and Lewis Smith are the same person.

I’m not sure who started it but (I think) it started when the opening showed for the first time and we got to the scene of Smith’s arm becoming Bravern’s. From there it spiraled, more and more evidence pointing towards it, such as: Bravern knowing A LOT about Smith, Bravern making a lot of human pop culture references and speaking English interchangeably with Japanese (Smith does this too), Bravern being a super robot (Smith is a massive Super robot nerd) and a ton of other things

Episode 8:

Now we get into why I’m finally making a post about this, I’ve been following along with this theory since episode 2 and have been taking my notes on it but I never bothered posting about it anywhere

Why now?

Because episode 8 might’ve just confirmed it.

Let’s start with the opening:

So this right here is the catalyst that started this all, Smith’s arm turning into Bravern’s. Now, we knew all that, but the one thing we never knew until now was “who tf is glowy bitch”

Well,

I think is Knuth

“But why her? She looks nothing like the silhouette”

Look here, she has plates of armor that highly resemble two pairs of wings. Who else has two pairs of wings? The silhouette. Same placement and everything. I think the silhouette is meant to be vague, as to not tip the viewer off right away that the silhouette is a deathdrive.

We’ll come back to this later, I need to talk about Bravern’s lines during this episode.

I’m not entirely sure how to explain it but this line will be important later, for now it’s just more Super Robot inspirational speech

Right here is the important line, the title of the episode (which is what tipped me and a lot of other people off to Smith dying) and the last thing Bravern says to him. Now normally when entering a battlefield, you’d tell your comrade “Good luck”, “Until we meet again” makes it seem like someone will die, this is a line usually used when you’re not sure when you’ll see someone again. Bravern used this because he knew what was going to happen to Smith, and either he can’t stop it, or he doesn’t want to.

Bravern knows because he has gone through this before, as Smith.

That is likely why he told Smith to “save as many people as he can”, likely because when he went through this, a lot of people died

(This ties into my own branch of the theory where Bravern has already gone through all of this before and went back in time to change the outcome)

Now during the fight, Bravern isn’t really focused, he’s taking hits he’d normally be able to dodge and isn’t really rushing like he usually does. I think it’s because he’s trying to stall, trying to keep Isami away from Knuth and Smith so their fight can happen, either that or he’s distracted due to knowing what’s happening not that far away (or it could be both)

Before we get to this next part I wanna point out a quote I noticed during the episode from Knuth. I can’t find it just by scrolling and I’d rewatch the full episode to find it but Tumblr is lagging like hell and burning through my battery so I can’t

At one point Knuth mentioned something about fusing with Smith, this might mean that Knuth’s body ends up being the base for Bravern, but im still not 100% sure about that, just thought I’d add that. If she is the base and Bravern did in fact go back in time, this would make sense as Knuth had mentioned that she had gone back in time a few times

Now we get to focus on the important part of the episode, Smith’s death. Let’s just start listing off things to pay attention to.

(I reached the photo limit oops)

- Smith is humming his own theme song as he charges Knuth, Bravern sings his own theme song and blasts it whenever he fights

- He straight up says “Brave Slash” as he strikes Knuth

-Smith talks DIRECTLY INTO ISAMI’S MIND and says the following quote: “Isami. Isami. Brave. Brave… Bang.” And we all know why that’s important, the title of the show is literally “Bang Brave Bang Bravern”

There are still some questions, like “how was Smith able to use telepathy?” “How exactly is Bravern created?” “Is Bravern truly a fusion between Smith and Knuth?”

I know this probably makes zero sense but I need to get this out somewhere

Thanks for coming to my TedTalk (holy shit it’s so laggy)

Edit: I forgot to mention it but the foreshadowing for Smith’s death was so obvious, legit in his introduction Isami legit goes “You’re dead, the dead don’t talk” so uhh called it lmao