#im also trying to slowly make my way through content because i don’t want to run out of things

[wildflowersandvibranium]

A Morning Of Mending

Pairing: Endgame Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend Reader

Summary: Carrying the weight of his past and his desire to heal , Bucky visits the Starks with his girlfriend by his side to meet Tony Stark’s young daughter , Morgan. He bridges the gap between grief and hope , making ammeds.

Word Count: 2.3k+

Content: Established relationship , Fluffy but some angst , buckys past mentioned , tony starks death mentions , kissing , and some angsty anxiety and regret from bucky

A/N: haiii heres a little something for you!! im writing my epilouge and editing chapters for my series but through this in to keep ya fed till next chapter is out June 4th! also but a btw! i dont write during weekends but do almost everyday as i am at home on summer and work from home!! enjoy and see ya later bbys 💖

The world outside the window of Bucky's car was quiet.

The bright early morning light was just beginning to melt the cool blue of dawn into the start of the day. 

Bucky’s hand gripped the wheel , his knuckles turning white with this grip. 

Beside him , you had your head propped up on your arm as you watched the houses and fields blur by , the soft hum of the engine the only sound for most of the drive.

You could feel the nerves radiating off him and into the car. 

The way his shoulders tensed each time he shifted slightly in his seat. 

He’d barely spoken since you left your guy's apartment , but you didn’t mind. 

Words weren’t always needed. 

You reached over and placed your hand on his thigh , your thumb slowly brushing over the seam of his dark washed jeans.

His breath caught. 

He glanced at you , blue eyes flickering with something , silent gratitude, maybe. 

He took one hand off the wheel and placed it in yours , so your fingers could thread together. 

Metal and flesh , cool and warm. All together grounding

“You okay?” you murmured , your voice soft. 

He swallowed , his gaze dropping to your joined hands , as his thumb now began to run over your knuckles.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. 

His voice was rough , the way it got when he was wrestling with too many thoughts and things all at the same time. 

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. But… actually being here and about to do it… it’s different.”

You squeezed his hand. “You’re here and moving forward with it. Thats all that matters.”

He didn’t say anything , but his jaw softened just a little. 

You watched him take a deep breath , shoulders lifting and falling with a lengthy exhale.

Then he turned his gaze and attention fully back to the road.

The Stark house was exactly as you imagined it would be. 

There was a wooden fence , a garden full of summer flowers , a neat stone path leading to a dark oak door. 

Bucky parked the car and killed the engine , staring at the house for a long moment. Not moving from his seat in the car.

“Do you want me to come in with you?” you asked quietly.

He didn’t answer right away. 

You could see the war behind his eyes , the part of him that wanted to do this alone and the part that was terrified of what he’d find or be met with.

Finally, he gave a small nod looking at you.

“Yeah,” he said. “I… I don’t think I can do it alone.”

You leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his scruffy cheek. 

“Then I’m with you,” you whispered.

Bucky took another final deep breath , then reached for the small bag in the backseat. 

You’d seen him pack it that morning—careful , precise, full of a specific intention. 

A few things he’d found and a few he made himself. 

He’d been so focused , his brow furrowed in that way it did when he was trying to be sure he got something right because he had to do this right.

Now he held the brown paper bag like it was the most important thing in the world.

He opened the door , and you both stepped out into the crisp late morning air paired with a breeze.

The walk up to the door felt like it stretched forever. 

Bucky’s steps slowed as he reached the porch. 

He looked down at his hand on the doorknob , metal fingers glinting in the light.

You touched his arm gently. “It’s okay,” you said again, your voice like a balm. “She’s just a little girl. And you’re here to show her that you care.”

He nodded , though his lips were pressed into a thin line. 

Then he knocked. Firm ,  but not harsh.

A moment later , the door swung open. 

Pepper stood there , her strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a high pony , eyes bright but guarded. 

She took in Bucky’s face , then yours , and a small smile softened the lines around her mouth.

“James ,” she said. 

He nodded. “Thank you for… for letting me come , oh and this is my girlfriend.” He began to stutter then gave her your name.

She stepped back , opening the door wider. 

“Come in. She’s in the living room.”

Bucky hesitated for half a second before stepping inside. 

You followed him , your hand brushing his lower back in quiet reassurance. 

The house smelled of fresh bread and vanilla , warm and comforting. 

You could hear the faint sound of a little girl singing to herself somewhere deeper in the house.

Pepper led the way , her steps light but controlled. 

In the living room , Morgan was sitting cross-legged on a soft rug , her toys spread out around her. 

She craned her neck and looked up as you entered , her bright brown eyes curious.

“Hi,” she said shyly.

Bucky took a small step forward. His voice was softer than you’d ever heard it. “Hi, Morgan.”

She tilted her head , studying him. “Who are you?”

Your heart clenched at the question.

 Bucky’s shoulders straightened a little , and he knelt down so he wasn’t towering over her. Not wanting her intimated.

“I'm Bucky,” he said quietly. “I… I knew your dad.”

Morgan’s eyes widened a little more.

Instead, she reached for one of the toys at her side a worn pink teddy bear. 

“You knew my Daddy?” she asked.

Bucky nodded. 

His hand tightened on the small paper bag he held. “I did. And… I brought you something. If that’s okay.”

Morgan’s gaze flickered to the bag then to her mom , her curiosity piqued. 

She gave a small , eager nod.

 Bucky swallowed , then carefully set the bag down and opened it. 

From it , he pulled out a small wooden deer he’d made himself, its petals smoothed and painted in soft neutral colors. 

He held it out to her, his hand shaking just a little.

“I made this,” he said. “For you.”

Morgan’s eyes went wide. 

She took the deliacte deer in both hands , turning it over , her fingers tracing the delicate shapes and lines. 

“It’s pretty,” she said , her voice bright with wonder. “Did you make it run?”

Bucky smiled , a flicker of relief in his eyes. “No, but… I can show you how to make it look like it does.” 

He reached out, his metal hand careful as he took the deer back and showed her how to gently move its legs. 

Morgan watched , fascinated.

You stood back , your heart swelling at the sight of them. 

You knew how much this meant to Bucky—how much he’d agonized over this meeting and the regret he had with Tony.

 And here he was , kneeling on the carpet, showing Tony's little girl how to make a wooden deer “run.”

Pepper watched from the doorway , her eyes soft and a little wet. 

She caught your gaze and gave you a small nod , like she knew. 

Like she understood.

She knew of Bucky's story and his past , and was more understanding than her late husband. So when Bucky called after his funeral and told her of him making amends, she had thought this was good for him and his healing.

Morgan’s giggles floated through the warm air of the living room as Bucky showed her how to move the wooden animal , its tiny legs flexing and mimicking movement.

You watched his shoulders relax more and more , the way he leaned forward and let a small , genuine smile bloom across his face. 

It was rare , that smile. 

But it was there now, just for her.

Pepper stood beside you , her arms folded loosely over her chest. 

She had that same small,  relieved smile on her lips , though her eyes still looked a little tired—like she hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in months. 

You turned and reached out , your hand brushing her elbow gently.

“Hey,” you said softly, your voice careful not to intrude. “How are you doing?”

Pepper blinked , as if the question had surprised her. 

Then she let out a quiet breath , her shoulders dropping.

“I’m… okay,” she said after a moment , her voice low. 

“It’s been a lot. There are days that feel like I'm drowning and will be forever. But Morgan and what he left behind it… she keeps me going.”

You nodded, understanding in your chest. “She’s a good kid,” you said. “Strong, like her parents.”

Pepper’s lips twitched , and she looked at you. 

“Thank you,” she murmured. “For coming with him today. I know this can’t be easy for either of you.”

You glanced over at Bucky and Morgan again. 

She was showing him one of her drawings now—bright colors swirling across the page in the clumsy , wonderful way that only a child could manage. 

Bucky listened intently , nodding and asking her questions about the rainbow , about the sun and the little scribbled stick figure in the corner.

“He’s been thinking about this for so long,” you said quietly. 

“He wanted to come alone at first , but… I think he needed to see that it’s okay to share this part of himself , his healing.”

Pepper’s eyes softened , and she reached out to squeeze your arm. 

“I’m glad he has you,” she said. “It’s even… healing, in a way for you, isn’t it? Watching him here.”

You nodded looking at your boyfriend. “Yeah it really is.”

You all fell into a comfortable silence , the kind that didn’t need to be filled with words.

 You both watched as Bucky carefully reached for another small item in the paper bag—a little music box. He wound it up and set it on the floor beside Morgan. 

A soft , tinkling tune filled the room , and Morgan’s eyes went wide with wonder.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.

“I thought you might like it,” Bucky said , his voice low and almost shy. 

“It used to belong to someone I cared about. I wanted you to have it, if you’d like it.”

Morgan looked up at him , her doe eyes wide. Then she nodded and hugged the little box to her chest.

“Thank you Bucky,” she said softly. “I love it.”

Bucky’s smile wobbled a little at the edges , but he reached out to pet her hair. “I’m glad kiddo,” he murmured.

You swallowed around the tightness in your throat , feeling the weight of the moment. 

Pepper rested a hand on your shoulder , her quiet presence as steady as your own to his.

The soft melody of the music box still drifted through the living room , filling the quiet spaces between Morgan’s wonder and Bucky’s gentle tone. 

Morgan had settled into an easy rhythm with Bucky , as if they’d always known each other. 

She was now talking about her favorite colors , the tiny braids in her hair bobbing as she shifted from one foot to the other as she stood.

“Do you like red ?” she asked him , holding up a small crayon showing the color.

“I do,” Bucky said, his voice warm and a little husky. “It’s a good color. It’s brave.”

Morgan beamed at that. “I think it’s a hero color,” she said proudly.

Bucky let out a quiet laugh—low and a little unsure, but real. “I think you might be right.”

You could see the way his shoulders aren't  tight at all anymore , the way his hands were relaxed on his knees. 

He was here , truly here , in this soft , safe space with her. And you.

Pepper leaned in a little closer to you , her eyes still a bit glossy as she watched them now discuss how green is a silly color.

“She’s never been afraid of people,” she murmured. “She has this way of seeing the good in everyone. Even… even when they don’t see it in themselves.”

“She’s amazing,” you said softly, your own heart tightening.

Pepper looked at you, really looked, and nodded. “She is,” she said. “And… he’s good with her , with kids. Better than I thought he’d be when he first brought up the idea , if I’m honest.”

You smiled a little at that , watching as Morgan showed Bucky how she liked to arrange her crayons in a rainbow. 

“He needed this ,” you said. “Not just for him , but for her too. He’s carried so much… it’s time he left some of it behind and filled others with hope and joy that was stolen from him.”

Pepper’s lips twitched into a soft , understanding smile. “I think you’re good for him,” she said.

You felt a small flush in your cheeks , but you didn’t look away. “I hope so,” you murmured.

There was a pause then , and Pepper gave your arm one more gentle squeeze before stepping back a little, giving you space as you watched , she retreated to the kitchen.

You took a quiet breath and walked a few steps into the living room, stopping beside Bucky and Morgan.

He looked up at you , his eyes soft , and you reached out to tuck a piece of hair behind his ear.

Morgan noticed the small gesture and looked between the two of you with a curious expression. “Is she your friend?” she asked Bucky smiling up at you.

He blinked , a faint blush rising in his cheeks. “She’s… more than a friend,” he said carefully. “She’s someone I care about very much.”

Morgan considered that for a moment, then nodded solemnly. “She’s pretty,” she said matter-of-factly.

You laughed, your hand still resting on Bucky’s shoulder. “Thank you, Morgan,” you said warmly crouching down next to them.

Bucky’s smile was small but real , his eyes shining as he glanced up at you. “She’s right,” he murmured so only you could hear.

You squeezed his shoulder gently, your touch saying what you didn’t need to put into words. 

You're doing great. 

You’re healing.

You're moving forward. 

I'm proud of you.

-end

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[blue-jisungs]

tattoo kisses

[ axe’s memo ! ] guys im so down bad for him it’s literally insane ?? also my first attempt at writing hickeys ig … hope u don’t die of cringe 😔 but my mother @l3visbby said issok so it shall be !!! thank u for proofreading mwah mwah

[ warnings ! ] suggestive.

[ word count ! ] +- 1k

the weather was absolutely horrendous today. you and hanbin wanted to have an outdoor date but the sun caused you two just to melt and become one with the bed. fans on, windows open, iced beverages refilled every twenty minutes.

it was so hot you barely left the bed, kicking around the sheets and all the plushies. you were reading a book and your boyfriend was scrolling through tiktok. a random playlist of yours filled his room with a soothing sound, only accompanied by the faint buzzing fans. but slowly your attention reached zero, his white tank top more interesting that whatever was taking place on the pages.

the piece of clothing revealed not only his arms but also neck and, your favorite part of his body, collar bones. and the tattoo adorning the spot a little below them.

you sighed and tried to act normal, ignoring the way his hair got stuck to his forehead.

hanbin suddenly looked up and met your eyes. you tried to keep your cool and returned to your book. but before you realized, he was chuckling and putting away his phone.

“do you want some ice cream? or something cold to drink?” he asked softly, voice low and calm. you shook your head no.

hanbin scanned your face and rolled over to your side. he accidentally nudged your arm that was holding the book, causing it to drop onto the mattress.

“good because i didn’t actually feel like standing up” he grinned and looked up at your profile before grabbing his phone again. now he was just closer to you. one of his arms went to rest under his head, flexing the muscles.

another sigh left your lips upon eyeing his tattoo.

“it’s so hot…” you mumbled and put the book on the nightstand, shaking your head.

hanbin just hummed lazily in agreement, eyes glued to his screen watching some hamster content. you bit the inside of your cheek and suddenly turned. he thought you were just shuffling around to fix your position but was taken aback when you straddled him.

“nooo, get off, it’s so hooot…” he whined, trying to act offended but fell silent when he felt your hands creep up his sides.

hanbin didn’t even notice when his phone fell out of his hand, focused on your touch. you, on the other hand, didn’t know what possessed you. you looked at his face, flashing him a small smile.

“want me to stop?” you teased, leaning closer to his face. the necklace you had on, which was gifted by him on your 1st anniversary, dangled in hanbin’s face. his eyes focused on it and then flickered to your lips.

raising his upper body, he planted a quick kiss and you felt his smile imprinting against your lips.

“take that as a no” he answered and laid back down, relaxing. his face expression was just full of smugness and you were more than determined to make him flustered.

so you rested your palms flat on his chest, placing painfully slow kisses on his jaw. then, you gradually moved to his neck, not missing a single spot. placing tender kisses on his skin, nibbling occasionally.

“ah, i think i know now what’s on your mind” hanbin chuckled, putting his other hand to rest under his head.

you just shook your head and nuzzled it against his neck, smiling. his hands traveled to your hips, giving them a soft squeeze.

“you were more interesting than the book. take that as a complement” you teased and finally reached his collarbones. placing a tender peck on each clavicle, you backed away and looked him in the eye. the playful smirk was still there.

“i’m not complaining, baby” hanbin hummed. sure, you had kissed and made out plenty of times. or you have also traced his tattoos before. but you never kissed it yet, nor…

hanbin saw the evil spark glinting in your e/c eye and frowned, intrigued.

you leaned in again and first blew some air on his tattoo tauntingly. with a corner of your eye you noticed the goosebumps appearing on his skin. with a smirk, you leaned in and gently kissed the sun, the star, the moon. you felt how his breath hitched and you used that opportunity to press your lips firmly to his skin, also gently biting down. hanbin felt your soft lips and the way your hair almost feather-lightly tickled his exposed skin. when you stopped, only to place a delicate kiss on the sensitive spot, his grip on your hips tightened.

hanbin leaned his head slightly back when he saw you ducking down to his collarbones again. the feeling of your smile against his skin made his heart skip a beat; now he wasn’t sure if the sweating was just the outside heat.

when you leaned away, at first hanbin didn’t even realize. his mind was hazy, unable to focus. only when the emptiness on his collarbones hit him, you were already kissing your way back up to his lips. occasionally nibbling against the previous spots you marked, your hands also slid up and gently grabbed his hot neck. literally hot, warmth radiating off it. then, your eyes met his… and his cheeks glowing with red shade. his pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted and puffed from biting down. and definitely no more track of that shit-eating smirk he had before.

and with a passionate kiss on his plump lips, you were done.

only when you had to breathe for some air, you leaned away and stood up.

“do you want some iced water? you must be thirsty” you grinned and before he could answer, brain taking too long to think of a comeback, you were already off to grab some for him.

and hanbin blinked slowly, his collarbones adorned with colorful love bites.

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taglist. @slytherinshua ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @haecien

[rosenclaws]

Hi! I really, really love your writing, especially these headcanons.

This is gonna sound really weird but could you write Logan with a reader who struggles with friendships and making friends? And general loneliness?

I'm struggling with feeling like I have no one right now and I just would really like to read about Logan loving on me and making me forget that for a bit

HI!! of course I can. we don't really talk and im so ass at responding BUT my dms or inbox is always open if you need someone to talk to <33 I really understand where ur coming from this was literally me all through college. I didn’t make a single friend bc I commuted and I felt so lonely. Also dofp and trilogy logan can be read more platonic so if u arent happy with it i can redo them!

Origins Logan -

I think that Logan isn’t great with making friends either. He’s not super interested in making friends so he’s very content being alone or being with you. But he notices a small sadness in your eyes sometimes. How you never seem to go out with people or the way your voice falls when he tells you he’s going to the bar after work with some work friends. He wasn’t sure what it was at first but then he saw you tucked away with tears in your eyes one night and decided it to get to the bottom of things.

See making friends is hard. You try. You really do. But no matter how nice you are and how much you try to reach out it just never works out. You never told Logan about it. Fearing he’d laugh or think you were lame. But it breaks his heart to see you so sad. He puts you in his lap and assures you that he’s there for you. He’ll be your boyfriend, your best friend, your support system. Hell he’ll even be your enemy if you wanted him to be.

He takes you out to town more in his free time encouraging you to join that book club you see flyers for or maybe that running group. Of course he won’t push anything but he just wants to see you happy. Whatever you need from him he’ll be. Because he loves you and he’ll be by your side through it all.

Trilogy Logan -

It’s stupid. At least it feels stupid. You live in a mansion with people just like you. Yet somehow you just feel lonely. You didn’t grow up here. You came very late in life and your powers didn’t warrant a spot on the team. In fact you swear the only reason Charles let you in is because they needed an art teacher. You’d sit in the kitchen at dinner by yourself while everyone was chatting around the counter. You would take walks when the students and staff played games. You were never invited to go out afterwards. Hell you aren’t even sure anyone else knows your name.

Until Logan came along. You knew him, of course you did he was The Wolverine after all. But you swore he never even gave you a second glance. It was your birthday and you were once again alone. You debated on going to the store and buying a cupcake but before you could make a decision Logan made it for you. A cute pink box sat on your bed with a card in very proper handwriting. The card just read Happy birthday signed by Logan of all people. It was your favorite flavor too. You confronted him and he just shrugged. He had always seen you but he was a lone wolf kind of guy. Still he liked you and in the spirit of…teamwork? He reached out. Logan was more than the grumpy man you thought he was. He was funny and had a sharp tongue. But he was sweet and a big softie. Only you got to see that side. He was your friend and slowly he made you feel seem. Made you feel loved. Now you have someone to exist in silence with and you’ve never been happier.

DOFP Logan -

I think it’s similar to trilogy Logan in the sense that he sees you when you feel like no one else does. He’s observant and the man can see that you don’t talk much to anyone. At a staff event you stayed quiet in the corner. Your face had “get me out” written all over it. A look he knows too well. He doesn’t know what draws him to you exactly. He thinks your smart and the kids love your class so why hasn’t he seen you around more.

The truth is you hated these events because you want to be apart of the fun so badly. To talk and laugh and befriend the people everyone seems to idolize. But no matter how hard you tried you just faded to the back. Making friends isn’t as easy as asking someone if they like ponies or the color purple. So when Logan. The Wolverine of all people walked up to and talked to you. It was bizarre. Not that you were complaining but fuck how did he even know who you were?

You start to overthink everything with Logan. Are you too clingy? Too forward? Should you ask if he wants coffee when you asked him yesterday if he wanted an extra donut? Eventually I think he asks you about it and you confess that making friends isn’t easy for you. Logan doesn’t think you’re weird or a loser for it. He understands shit happens and things aren’t easy for everyone. He is not a people person either and making friends is low on his skill set. But he likes you a lot and he’ll happily be your friend. Maybe more if you’re interested. He’ll be whatever you want him to be.

Old Man Logan -

Logan notices you’re just a little off. That you aren’t as happy as you used to be. A part of him is worried it’s his fault. He’s gone so much working and when he’s home he’s exhausted. He tries to take out on a nice date every other week. Something that you’ll remember for a long time. He’ll by you flowers he thinks are pretty from the store. They aren’t the most expensive but you don’t care. Was he not doing enough? I think he hides his worry until one day he finds you teary eyed laying on your bed and he can’t hold it in any longer.

It feels silly to tell him. He’s got so much on his plate and it’s not his fault he has things to do. He takes such good care of you and loves you. But you’re lonely. You go to work you come home and that’s it. You have Logan but you don’t have any friends and its starting to weigh on you. You try but people can be mean or they already have friends. You feel like theres something wrong with yoj. Logan frowns as he reassures you there’s nothing wrong with you. Absolutely nothing. Making friends ain’t as easy for some people and that’s okay. He would pick you up in his arms and cuddle you. He makes an effort to be the person you can always come to. Texting you things in between his rides. He’ll let you blow up his phone with everything you’re doing. He can’t always respond but he promises he reads it. When he comes home he’ll listen to you talk, ask a few questions and smile when you do. It can be hard but the loneliness isn’t forever and Logan will be your beacon for as long as you need him.

Worst Logan -

Wade has a lot of friends and sometimes it can be overwhelming as hell. So sometimes Logan just fucks off for a little bit. He enjoys the quiet more than the noise of people. That’s where he meets you. You live next door but he’s never met you. Not even Wade really knows who you are. You’re quiet and reserved and seem to stumble on your words. But Logan likes you. You’re much more tolerable than Wade for long periods of time. Sometimes you show up to ask for help or to drop off something but you don’t stay long.

After a while Logan asks why you don’t come to dinner or any of Wade’s parties. That’s when you tell him the truth. You aren’t Wade’s friend and that sometimes your jealousy gets the best of you when it comes to hearing how much joy and life comes from his apartment. Wade is friends with just about everyone but for some reason he never bothered to befriend you. You’re lonely and despite your small attempts to become closer they never went anywhere so you kind of just gave up. Until Logan came along. He was nice and he looked at you and gave you the time of day.

Admitting to him you were lonely was hard but he understands. He was the same way for years. All his friends had died and he had no one for a long time. He never wants to be that lost again and he won’t let you feel that way anymore either. He listens and he tells you that things might feel bad now but it will get better. He can’t tell you when but he’s there and he hopes his company can distract you even just for a little bit. Wade was appalled with himself for not introducing himself sooner once Logan brings you to a Sunday dinner.

He doesn’t force you to talk to anyone or suddenly expect you to be amazing at making friends with these strangers but he is there when you look back. Offering a smile that encourages you to open up just a little more. And if things feel like you’re losing it again, he’s right there to comfort you. He’s just a wall away and there’s no where else he’d rather be than with you.

[hxsbeens]

comfort.

pairing(s): Angel Dust x gn!reader

fic contents/warnings: probably ooc Angel, reverse comfort, i rushed the ending because i didn’t know where to go from there oops, mentions of abuse and a brief mention or two about sex, Angel’s hurt

authors note: woo first work on here :D it’s alright i guess, i haven’t properly written since like september lmao. also not proofread, although my mother did read the first few paragraphs and saw a few errors so thank you mom 🫶🏽

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your head was just about to hit the pillow when the door creaked open, making your head snap towards it amidst the darkness of the room. the clacking of heels signaled one’s entrance. they were careful, attempting to stay quiet as they navigated their way through the darkness.

of course, you knew who they belonged to—especially when you heard the quiet hiss followed by a hushed curse.

“Angel?”

the sound of your voice caused a suspension in those very same footsteps. you heard another silent “fuck” as the owner of the voice slowly turned to you.

“i-i’m sorry, sugar,” ANGEL DUST apologetically stammered, tightening the pink, fluffed out robe around his slender form. “i didn’t wake ya, did i? what’re you doin’ up so late?”

you slowly sat up, squinting your eyes in an attempt to see him through the dark room. “no…no, i was just about to head to sleep, actually.” you reach over towards the nightstand and turned on the web-patterned lamp, now able to get a better look at your better half. the very moment the room was lit to that extent, the spider instantly tensed and clutched his robe tighter to his fluff, blinking narrowed eyes to adjust them to the sudden lighting. from where he stood, you could easily see the parts of him he tried to conceal, for your sake.

one of his eyes were starting to bruise—though, from where you sat, it was difficult to tell whether or not it was already there. there’s a dark blue circle on his neck, one that connects to the curve of his shoulder. you couldn’t tell if it was a bruise or hickey. there were probably more, but the silk wrapped around his body covered what you couldn’t see.

your eyes didn’t linger long—you made sure they didn’t. you knew he’d hate it if you stared at him while he looked so - was so vulnerable.

instead, you lightly tossed the covers off you, throwing your legs off the side of the mattress. you and Angel looked at each other, and, silently, you extended your arms expectantly. he gave you a skeptical look. “what’re ya gettin’ at?” he inquired, and you could hear the hoarseness in his voice. it must’ve been a rough night for him…obviously.

“is it so bad that i just want to hug you right now?” you watched as he took in a breath — almost like he wanted to say something smart in return, something filled with his usual sass and wit. but he didn’t.

his fingers tightened around the fluff of his robe, and, with small, reluctant steps, Angel Dust dragged himself over to you, suddenly feeling a lot heavier than he did when he first got back.

once he stood between your arms and legs, he looked down at you, his forehead creasing with the furrow of his eyebrows. you could see the tears gathering at his bottom eyelids, even if he did try to blink them away before they became noticeable.

you were taken slightly aback when he dropped to his knees, having to spread them on the floor a bit so he was able to shove the crown of his head into your stomach. it didn’t take long for you to cradle his head, soothingly running your fingers through his fur. in kin, his upper arms wrapped around you, the ones lower reaching up to grasp your wrists. his touch desperate.

“we don’t have to talk about it, sweetie,” you whispered, feeling his upper shoulders shake slightly as he took in a sharp, trembling intake of breath. “we can just…sit here. until you’re ready for bed.”

he sobbed quietly in your arms. “im tired, [nickname].”

“i know, baby.”

“why’s it always have to be me he plays with? why can’t i ever get a break? it’s- it’s like he knows to only call me in when i’m finally fine!”

“i know.”

“why does-“

you silence him by cupping his face, lifting his head to look at you. his fur was getting wet with his tears, and his makeup ran with the streaks. he hiccuped, tensing for a moment. he was still so, so unused to the gentle treatment, especially after such a night.

you don’t say anything. you just stroke his cheeks, your thumbs running over the pink freckles over his white cheeks as you looked at each other. you smile as he slowly leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as he tried to savor the feeling of comfort once more. your hands were so warm, so familiar. they almost instantly brought him back from his head.

you pull him back in, and he holds you tighter, desperate — but in a different font of it.

“An-..” you pause, looking down at him carefully. this wasn’t Angel Dust with you, not right now, and you knew that. “Anthony?”

he’s silent. but his hoarse voice sounds from where his head is, his voice slightly muffled.

“..yeah?”

“i love you.”

…

“i… i love you, too, [name].”

you both sat like that for a moment; you holding and comforting him, and him embracing the affection without any comments. he wasn’t tense anymore, relaxing fully in your entrusted hold on both him, and his beaten heart. you knew he trusted you. and he knew it all the same. it was hard for him to believe, and even grasp the reality of at first, but he…sort of came to terms with it.

“i just don’t understand how someone like you could love someone as broken as me.” he once told you. and you had no doubt that he was thinking it again, right in this very moment.

you didn’t say anything about it. you wouldn’t want to bring him down again after getting him calm.

instead, you proposed, “how about we go shower? you smell like sex, and i just got these sheets washed. i don’t want our bed smelling like an asshole.”

Angel let out a little laugh at your words, finding your own distaste (or, hatred, more specifically) for his “boss” amusing. “only if you join me,” he replied, looking up at you with a smile. you smiled back. “of course. i’d be stupid not to.”

“damn right, you would.”

you laughed, and he looked at you with a love-stricken gaze. one of which you returned.

he would be alright - he knew it.

and he had you to thank for it.

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[mutantg1rl]

High highs, Low lows, and all in between.

Chapter two: “Want to go in, on a pair?”

Premise: After defeating the void and saving the city from immense danger, the thunderbolts are technically no longer vigilantes, but an established team under the management of Valentina Allegra de Fontaine. With a new found stability, the team handles minor missions, whether they occur within the city or at home.

Included within the group of ex-runaways is Y/N L/N, also referred to as Moon; a talented, yet an occasionally unstable empath and telepath, who is still trying to pick up the pieces of her mind after the teams toil with the void. With her primary mission being to watch over Bob as he heals, she must struggle with the task of keeping her own memories at bay and establish trust between herself and him. As she heals him, Moon discovers that Bob may be slowly curing her as well.

Pairing: Robert Reynolds x Fem!reader

story contains mentions of past trauma/abuse from both reader and Bob, hugs, mentions of mental illness and health topics etc, Bob is a cutie and reader agrees………may contain some suggestive stuff later on but that’s a story for another time.

(This chapter mentions tears, illness and vomiting, I tried not to go into too much detail but if any of those things trigger you please don’t read or at least be careful) also not edited!!!

A/N: Thank you all so much for the support in my last chapter!!! I super appreciate you all and I’m glad you guys liked the first chapter. Of course, this is the second chapter, and I guess im aiming to make about three more chapters of this story? I’m trying to not put standards for myself to amount to because I may not finish but maybe if I don’t put constraints I will finish? Who knows? Writing is hell for those who love to write idk.. Hope yall enjoy!!’

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The buzzing noise of the bathroom aggressively reverberated through your eardrums. Slippery sweat pooled at your forehead, dripping down your face and then sliding down your neck.

It was coming up again, whatever liquids you ingested in the dead of night before bed. You dry heaved, once, twice, thrice, before running back to the toilet and emptying the contents of your stomach once again. The time was 7:00 am, meaning you were way behind on schedule. With every second that passed by you grew more concerned about making breakfast. Your duties were more important, and there was no time for this.

You turned on the shower, the sound of the water hitting the shower floor bringing a relief of familiarity to the atmosphere. At least you were able to get clean, hopefully that would help whatever you were feeling.

You were always somewhat prone to stomach bugs. Growing up, you always found yourself at urgent care, one of the security guards accompanying you and one of the workers during a visit. The doctor always said it was possible that you had a weak immune system or just a weak stomach, which explained your frequent bouts of illness. From then on, it would just be antibiotics and onto your merry way. The workers would administer your medicine until you were feeling better. No playing, or conversing with the other children was allowed, and one of the adults was always present to scold you about getting sick for the umpteenth time.

After a while, you just dealt with the sickness on your own. Especially after escaping. Truthfully, you had no choice. A lonely animal has no choice but to survive.

With the water being warm enough, you stepped into the shower, hoping the healing water would cleanse your shivering body of the evilness the sickness contained. You lathered your antibacterial soap carefully across your body, also praying that the action would put up a fight against the “bacteria” in some way.

After a quick, yet meticulous shower, you sluggishly dressed yourself. A loose T-shirt, and breathable sweatpants, accompanied by your bedroom slippers.

You wobbled outside of your room, trying your hardest to gain some sort of composure before Bob emerged from his room. You huffed a sigh of relief as you suddenly remembered that the rest of the team went out early this morning for training, so they wouldn’t be back for quite a while. No one would interrupt you to ask if you were ok.

You wouldn’t have to lie and feign vitality just to escape the trap under the thumb of sympathy and doting. You were going to be fine. A little bit of movement would cure you, you were sure of it.

Standing in front of the fridge, you weakly pulled the door open to grab the fruit salad you prepared last night. Another sigh of relief escaped your ill form, one less thing you had to assemble for the day. You reached again for the milk, thinking of easy dishes you could prepare that wouldn’t take forever and a day to cook.

Oatmeal? Oatmeal.

You thought quietly to yourself. You shuffled around in the pantry on the other side of the kitchen that you just barely got to for two packets of oatmeal. The contrast of your usual routine and your makeshift one awkwardly resonated in the folds of your mind. By now, you would’ve already been finished with breakfast and already making lunch for the team, especially on a day where you were at home and they were gone early.

Wait, by now?

You checked the time, it was 8:00 am. Too late for all your lagging and complaining.

What concerned you once again was that Bob wasn’t up yet, usually he would be poking his pretty little head in the kitchen, ready to eat. You knew this of course, and you hoped it wasn’t a repeat of last weeks nightmare. You couldn’t feel anything coming from his room. Not in an alarming way, but in a pleased manner. That meant he was ok, or at least better than earlier. This meant that your sessions with him were working, and there was other proof. He seemed a bit less anxious and neurotic than usual.

Tinge

A strangled yelp escaped your lips as pain coursed through your veins. Your hand darted out to grab the counter beside you, trying your best to save yourself from hitting the ground. You were already feeble, but your mind wouldn’t let you give in already. You couldn’t, you survived this before on your own and you could do it all again.

You pushed yourself back up again, going back to searching for those two oatmeal packets again. Tears stung your eyes as you tried to fight the excruciating sensations tingling through your body.

A distraction came in the form of the found oatmeal packets being tightly grasped in your aching palms. You slightly grinned, shaking them as excitedly as you were able. You reached for the tiny pot hidden in the cabinets before turning on the stove. You then filled the pot with almond milk, gracefully stirring it around. The oats came after, brown sugar cinnamon, and chocolate chip, the chocolate chip oats being the only flavor Bob enjoyed. He wasn’t a fan of oats, but he would eat anything you made with a smile on his face. You were an amazing chef, which made it easier for him to face his most hated dishes.

You stirred the oats aimlessly, careful to not let them scorch in the pot. The milk bubbled, releasing the aroma of the cinnamon. The heavenly scent of brown sugar faintly danced above your nose, comforting you in the slightest of ways. You kind of needed it after such a taxing morning.

The heat of the stove touched your body, in such ways you weren’t familiar. You weren’t sure if the feeling was favorable or damning. You began to sweat again, this time, light droplets painting your face. You frustratedly wiped them off of the canvas that was your face.

Trembling, your body was now. It seemed to be trying to warn you of impending doom, and you actively ignored it.

“Morning, y/n,” Bob softly greeted. You heard his footsteps rhythmically travel from the hallway to the bar seats in front of the kitchen. He was literally looking at the back of your head, sending a shiver down your spine.

You wondered how you would sound once you opened your mouth. Would the virus possess you and speak for you? Take your mouth and use it as its own weapon?

“M…morning..Bob. Did you….sleep ok?” You mentally facepalmed at your terrible attempt. You sounded like a sick dog. Voice raspy and course from throwing up all morning, and the impending attack of another round of puking lacing your words like venom. You were practically holding up a sign saying “I’m sick!”.

Bob furrowed his brows, very keen on the fact that something was clearly wrong with you. He wasn’t sure what just yet, but he knew he had to investigate.

“I slept fine. I feel a lot better this morning, and I really owe it to you and your treatments. I’m really glad I have people to lean on.” Bob abandoned his place from behind the bar, carefully approaching your personal bubble.

You barely noticed, half of your focus on the oatmeal in front of you, and the rest of it utterly devoted to keeping up your facade, and some of it used to process what Bob just said.

It took you a minute to realize what he proclaimed. “I really owe it to you” was echoing in the walls of your mind. You cracked another smile, glad that you could help Bob in such a way. He deserved to be happy and feel safe, you thought. Before, he wouldn’t have accepted the help, but now he realized the healing power of assistance and leaning on others.

You struggled again now, “That’s…great Bob. Really glad you’re doing better.”

Your last words fell weak, clearly showing that your energy was dwindling. Still, you kept fighting the big and good fight, standing as tall as you were able as you finished nursing the oatmeal that bubbled over the heavily heated stove top.

Big mistake. Bob could really tell now. You were sick, you were terribly sick. Yet, here you were pushing yourself to make breakfast for him and yourself, damn near hurting yourself just to help him.

His face scrunched into immediate concern as he quickened his pace over to you. Bob hovered over you, his body heat entangling with yours.

You stood stiff, briskly turning off the stove and pushing the pot of oats of the heat. You were planning to escape his presence with a a glimpse of a feigned smile but the chances were seeming slimmer by the millisecond.

“Can I touch you? You don’t look so good” he said. Your stare lingered on his face as you tried your best to look aloof. Bob analyzed your face, trying to look for the cracks in your unwinding facade. He figured you wouldn’t outright answer him.

“I’m sorry for this,” he apologized as his hand gently levitated toward your forehead.

“What are you doing?” You mumbled, lethargically. “I’m fine, Bob. Can you get me to bowls from the dishwasher please? Breakfast is ready.”

The fake smile you flashed at Bob angered him even more. He hated this. A part of him often wondered about you. Quite often actually. You seemed so self sufficient. Compared to him, everyone sort of did. But you, you did every single thing by yourself. Bob was an addict before all of this for Christ’s sake: he knew what it meant to survive day to day without a single dime to his name. Sweating in the sweltering heat in his dirty clothes, shivering under the persecution of the frigid night. Above all, he knew it wasn’t easy at all to be on your own. Even before he got his new and improved body, and before he stopped accepting help from others, he knew how hard it was to suffer alone. He knew then, and he knew now.

You told him bits and pieces of your little life, what you did for a few years here and there before being as you said it-haunted by the presence of Valentina Allegra De Fointaine and her numerous projects. He tried to make sense of the timeline and characters, and other people would rarely appear in your short stories. This was evidence, you lived most of your life by your lonesome, never needing anyone to guide you or hold your hand.

Despite your past, you were so helpful. You helped him, a lot actually. You helped everyone on the team. He often wondered what you struggled with that wasn’t surface level.

Throb

The same muffled sounds of agony flew out of your throat. Your head stung and tears freely fell from your eyes now, the pain unbearable. You couldn’t run away from it anymore. You finally broke, the torturous sensations overcoming your pride.

You lost.

Your hands did their damage control, wiping away the tears that rained from your drooping eyes. You didn’t even realize that your body was so close to hitting the ground before Bob swiftly caught your warm body. He instinctively pulled you close, more so because he felt the sudden wobble in your legs.

Balled up fists met his chest just as strangled sobs permeated his ears.

“No Bob, please. I’m fine…I…..I can take of myself.”

Your arms struggled to push you from his form, but it was no use. You were physically incapable of fighting anymore.

“Don’t do this to yourself, Moon.” Bob lowly spoke into your hair, his eyes settling on you shaking in his arms. “I know what it feels like to not want help, especially when you need it. That’s the worst thing you can do to yourself.”

Bobs voice faltered as he recalled his own bouts of self endangerment. Help was the enemy. For a while, he felt it was best to suffer in silence, especially if people were going to just toss you by the wayside or treat you like you were disposable. What was the point of asking for help people were going to glare at you in disgust? Blame you for your flaws and ailments?

Once again, he understood better than anyone what refusing help meant. It meant that you were strong, and resilient.

“It doesn’t mean that, Moon,” Bob blurted out, resuming his train of thought.

Without missing a beat, you replied.“Yes, it does Bob. I can’t be anyone’s problem, I can’t-

“You’re not anyone’s problem. You’re sick and that’s ok. You’re human, and you need help and that’s ok too. Please, let me help you.”

Moon broke down again in Bobs arms, subconsciously still trying to fight his presence but knowing her efforts were a total waste. She felt it, he wanted to help her. Wanted to take away her pain.

“You sat at the stove slaying away all morning while you were practically dying. You’ve done more than most people would. It’s time to rest Moon, give yourself a break.”

Bob helped you over to the couch, gently sitting you down. He grabbed a throw pillow and rested against the arm of the couch. He followed by laying you down against the pillow, his eyes studying you to see if you were comfortable.

“I’ll be right back,” he assured you. He got up, and then reappeared with a damp cloth. Following the last of his soft movements, he continued as he rest the compress over your head.

He blotted the drying tears from your face as he saw his reflection in them. Bob thought you mirrored him so much: putting up such a fight just to feel in control. It made him anxious. Who was helping you when you were helping everyone else?

He wondered if that’s truly what he looked like during these difficult times. Truly unwell, visibly hurt, but trying so hard to pretend and not being able to fool a single soul. Desperation leaking from his pores, a cry for help being whispered between his lying lips, your lying lips. His stare on you lingered as you slowly blinked. He no longer ‘wondered’ if he looked like that. He knew, he knew that was exactly what he looked like.

“I’m sorry. This is just really hard for me.” You weakly chuckled. You sniffled a bit, wiping the corner of your nose.

“Don’t worry, I…I get it.” He was really trying. Bob wasn’t great at expressing himself all the time, especially not in stressful situations. He also wasn’t good at concealing his emotions. He wasn’t just trying to say it; Bob was trying to make you feel that he understood you.

You felt it, and so did he.

He paused for a few more moments, then broke the silence in the air. “You don’t have to always be strong. I know you’re strong, I know you’re independent. All of those things are amazing, but I also know you didn’t choose to deal with it on your own.”

Bob grabbed the black blanket that hung over the couch and covered you with it. “Do you remember what you told me when you came into my nightmare? You said, that I wasn’t alone anymore. ‘ that’s why I’m here now, that’s why we’re all here now’.”

Bob felt different now. He felt something in him loose like a rope being untied.

All your energy gathered to help you face him. You reached out, your empty hand motioning for his. His hand grappled yours, squeezing it to show that he was there. He wasn’t going anywhere. A mutual understanding, forged between you.

“I suppose you’re right. This is difficult. But you make it a whole lot easier,” your voice rasped. Bob softly smiled, looking down like he usually did when complimented. Bobs eyes looked up at you again, his eyes settling on your sleeping state.

He could tell you really stopped fighting now. The fog around you seemed to dissolve, and he was glad.

[joocomics]

Heyy how are youu? Look what I saw on pintrest today! https://pin.it/W8tWU6Yns

Its soo science/techy nerd gaon!!! As a Liberal arts student who used to struggle sm with maths and science in school, the minute I found out jiseok was a science major AND built his own computer I fell for him 10x more (im easily swooned and imo people who are good in what I'm bad at are automatically hot). This also got me thinking of a lil college scenario (where I'm from college isnt university. Its where u might go after high school and before uni. By that point you've also reached age of consent just to make that super clear).

Anywayss imagine u and him are together, going to the same college but he's like in the Yr above or something. Your both top students, acing all your classes, but you're really struggling in science. Since that's jiseoks best subject u tell him about it and like the good bf he is, he offers to tutor you. So that's how u find yourself in your room on his lap as he teaches you the material. So far so good right? But thing is he starts to get a lil frustrated because even after explaining the concepts a few times your still not comprehending it even though he knows u can definitely figure it out coz ur his smart baby. But in your defence you wouldve probably grasped the content better if he didn't decide to make himself comfortable inside of you! You say that to him but he doesn't really like that response. He's trying to be a good bf and help save your grade and you're there giving him attitude like a brat. What's that all about?!

-🍭

oh cockwarming with science nerd gaon… i’m not in university anymore but here i am losing it over this vision

the way the sleeves of his shirt would be rolled up casually exposing his forearms, his veins; how his voice would drop lower and deeper when he’s reading something from your textbook - slowly, so you can comprehend its meaning but how can you? when he’s looking so attractive leaning back against the wall and running a hand through his hair as if it’s a normal study session… when he feels so nice twitching inside you every now and then as he talks about software engineering (or something i don’t know a thing abt science)

(i’m sorry the scenario automatically started playing in my head and i couldn’t not write it)

“babe?” he lifts a brow at you. “you’re zoning out again.”

“i’m not,” you try to defend yourself but it’s pointless. your breathing and your inability to stay still already betrays you. “i’m just… visualising it.”

“oh yeah?” he snickers, letting his fingers tighten at your waist. he knows that would make your reactions even better. “so you’re not trying to ride my cock? while i’m doing my best to save your grade?”

“baby, please… it’s been too long, i need you.”

but for your boyfriend it’s not enough. he wants to see you crumble some more.

“forget about my grades right now.” you murmur, grinding against him.

you get to do it just once because he’s quick to pause your attempts in time before his composure cracks. but you hear it - the suppressed moan that almost escaped his throat against his will.

“you need it just as bad as me,” you say coyly.

to which he responds with a frustrated tsk sound of his tongue.

“so this is what i get for being a good boyfriend? your spoiled bratty attitude, hm?” his hand cups your face so you can look him in the eye. “sit still and repeat everything i just said, baby.”

[ilymello]

Can you do headcannons how mello L and Near would take care or you when you're sick /have a cold? (I have a cold rn thats why im askinf :,) )

Wammy’s boys take care of you while being sick! <3

A/N: just got back to tumblr! I’m sorry for my late response- but here it is! 😞 btw i’ve considered the three of them as if they were close to you! (You can consider them as a friend, partner, etc)

content: hcs, one scenario per character, comfort.

includes: L, Mello and Near (FLUFF)

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- First of all, he can tell that you’ll get sick without you even notice. He doesn’t say anything the whole day until he suddenly blurts out

— “you’re going to get sick” —which just- makes you laugh since it was very random and out of nowhere.

Turns out he was right- and as soon as he sees you with a cold he says ‘I told you it would happen’ which then leads him to give you an explanation how did he knew and what you should’ve done as soon as he told you- which is kinda annoying- it kinda annoys you- well, it does a lot, specially with your body feeling weak and that headache you were having right now along with the sore throat.

— “Thank you, Ryuzaki, but as you can see all your chatting doesn’t work now because i’m already sick!” —you say when you can’t take it anymore, that’s when he realises he messed up- even though he didn’t meant to.

— “I’m sorry if i’ve upset you” —he says which just makes you feel bad for exploding at him.

Now to the actual headcanons.

- He makes sure you are comfy the whole day. Making sure you get the ‘best chair’ according to him.

— “After doing an analysis, I think you should sit in this chair since this one is the comfiest and will help you with your weak muscles.” —

— “They’re all the same chair..” —

— “Actually, no-“ —

you get what I mean.

- Surprisingly, will ask for two cakes so you get something to eat- as he won’t share of his- but you’ll get a full slice!

- He also makes sure to ask Watari for a cup of tea to make you feel better. He knows exactly what tea helps with what- so you’ll be receiving different teas through the day because he cares about you! (of course not also because he wants to try if it also works in others)

- Though- if you get too close he will slowly and gently push you away from him- or he’ll just slowly get away from you. He cannot afford getting sick while trying to catch Kira!

- If he sees you overworking yourself will scold you and tell you to go and rest. That will only help your headache.

- At the end of the day he cares about you in his own way, and he also keeps going about how he was right about you getting sick..

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Well.. he isn’t as nice as L.

He gets annoyed when you tell him you’re sick- like, what?

— “I think I have a cold..” —you tell him as you run your neck, feeling the sore throat slowly become worse.

— “No you don’t” —he immediately replies.

— “Uh- yes I do..” —Mello frowns at that- obviously not enjoying you getting sick.

— “Well that’s stupid- why did you get sick?” —

— “Well i don’t know! How am I supposed to control that!?” —

— “You’re supposed to take care of yourself!” —

- That’s how it goes.. But he’s angry because you neglected yourself, really. And also because you won’t be able be with him!

- You decide to stay in your room as the cold got worse. You needed to rest, so you covered yourself and closed your eyes- though you weren’t actually sleeping. And you swear if you received a dollar for everytime that Mello opened the door to check on you, you would be a millionaire.

- Not being able to see you made him a bit anxious- he was worried! So he went to check on you- multiple times. He didn’t say anything to you, he just opened the door, took a glance and then closed it. It was becoming a bit annoying, specially because Mello was not being silent. But of course if you told him he would get mad.

- At some time you fell asleep and you didn’t realise. You wake up suddenly- you assume it was because Mello came in and slammed the door. You frown, but when you look at your nightstand you notice a cup of tea.

- He doesn’t mean any harm, he’s just worried and frustrated.

- When you’re finally out of the room and you’re near him, he’ll just silently offer you some of his chocolate.

- Will attempt to cook you something (he just buys one of those pre-made soups and heats it up, it tasted nice though)

- He tries his best to take care of you while he fights with his own stubbornness.

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- So.. Near‘s reaction is a bit different

- He really has a hard time trying to.. express himself.

— “You don’t look quite yourself today” —he comments when he sees you— “you look sick.” —

— “Oh, because I am” —you reply. Near just stares at you— “so uhm.. i’m a bit down than usual” —you say to- try and keep going with the conversation.

— “I see..” —he just says— “well I hope you feel better..”

That’s how the conversation goes, really.

He doesn’t do much, what can i say, his treatment doesn’t change much

Though you notice how he’s gentler with you the others, not demanding that much

He lets you rest and also lets you near him

While you rest close to him he grabs a strand of your head and plays with it, just like he plays with his. He’s trying to make you feel better..

Will tell Halle or someone else to bring you some medicine or pills for your sore throat and headache, how nice of him!

At the end of the day, he comforts you silently, he really tried his best!

A/N: Hope this was okay! 🫶🏻

[xx-narcissa]

just finished ‘kevin can f**k himself’

well i finished it a few days ago but i had to really let it marinate in my head.

overall, 7/10. i would recommend it if you like drama series or whatever. honestly idk what to compare it to because i think the show is very unique in the directing style but if anybody knows a show or movie similar to it then please let me know and hopefully i’ll be able to check it out.

more detailed review + spoilers below

okay so first impressions i really did not expect the rest of the show to go the way that it did but it was very interesting, although i will say the ending seemed rushed but im assuming that was due to the network and not necessarily the shows team.

i had a love hate relationship with allison. and by that i mean every time i started to like her she did something to make me hate her again😭 definitely i tried to be sympathetic of her situation and how it may make her act but she was still annoying at times and definitely if it weren’t for patty she would have gotten herself into a lot of trouble.

also i want to make sure i mention the directing style (if that’s what it’s called). the transitions from sitcom to drama were so great and honestly chilling. and it’s so fitting for how real life is. obviously not exactly but we all know at least one person where it’s like whenever they’re around they become the main character of some strange sitcom that’s all about them and the problems they make and how everyone else has to clean up behind them and their mistakes. if you don’t know anybody like this then i envy you because these people are draining 😭

but back to the actual contents of the show, patty definitely was my favorite character even from the very beginning. i also began to like neil in the latter half of the second season, where he finally began to realize kevin is not a true friend and wouldn’t care if he lives or dies. i think if the writers/producers had even just a little more time then they could have fleshed out that plot line even more, especially throwing peter into it as well and showing how everyone was slowly distancing themselves from kevin rather than just walking out and ghosting him, as we saw through allison’s struggles it’s not that easy whether you are a spouse, family, friend, partner, whatever.

i liked tammy and i liked her relationship with patty, trust i’ll almost always like a wlw relationship (as long as it’s not immoral in any way). however she was the same as allison in my eyes, where i have that love hate relationship with her. i appreciated that she cared for patty and made patty feel heard but i felt like tammy overstepped her boundaries way too often, just showing up and trying to push patty out of her comfort zone all the time. it’s healthy to encourage people to face their fears and whatnot but i think she just came off as pushy or possessive at times, especially when it came to allison. i understand she viewed allison as a bad influence but i don’t get why she felt so entitled to ‘protect’ patty. patty is a grown woman who has known allison for 15 years, so it was just crazy to me that tammy felt like she could come in and tell allison to stay away from patty as if she would understand their dynamic at all. and yes ik that patty and allison weren’t friends those 15 years but im still just trying to make the point that tammy was the outsider (and a fucking cop so did she really expect patty and allison to tell her every single thing all the time) so she really had no place acting that way in my opinion. she was also very rude with the whole “i don’t like you you’re not my friend” attitude. like no need to lie and sugarcoat it but you can at least fake it till you make it.

anyways enough about that i just felt a bit strongly about that point, mainly bc wlw representation is so hard to come by so i just get a bit upset when it doesn’t work well.

honestly idk why but i expected patty and allison to get together. i’m glad they didn’t though, i think they work better as friends. but also i couldn’t really understand allison’s motives at times. sometimes it felt like she was being purely selfish and treating everything like a transaction (not just with patty but with sam, diane, neil, and even kevin at times) but other times it seemed like she genuinely cared and wanted to help (mostly with patty but a little with diane and sam too). it was easy to tell that patty was genuine with allison and actually cared for her but i just could never tell if it was reciprocated so if anybody wants to give their two cents on that i’m all ears.

i wont even get into sam because i’ll get mad. all i’ll really say is i did not like his dynamic with allison at all. this is again where i could never tell if she was just selfish or actually cared about him (but with him im leaning more towards just being selfish). especially when he brought up that everything that they do it’s because she wants to. so yknow it’s whatever but i didn’t like it and this relationship contributed a lot to my dislike of allison as a main character.

i wont really get into pete or kevin either. pete is pretty one dimensional the whole time (in my opinion). and kevin was very one dimensional until we are able to see more into his destructive and manipulative side in season two, but even then there’s not much to work with until the very end (but like i said the ending needed more work so im trying not to touch on the subject too much).

i liked diane. i was confused at first bc i didn’t know that she was allison’s aunt so their relationship confused me. in the second season i definitely felt for her. the whole thing with neil caught me off guard but i guess they were both hurting or whatever. she was a fine character, not too remarkable but i didn’t hate her.

so overall, my main criticism would be the characters need work. not that they are ‘bad’ or poorly written or anything, i just don’t see any of them as necessarily relatable or likable except for patty (but that’s my opinion and you may have a different one!). and ofc i know that not every story needs to have relatable and likable characters but i think that it helps you hook and maintain an audience.

but i think that that issue definitely is squashed by the great story and direction. idk the circumstances of the show, if it was always meant to be two seasons or if they got cut short idk. if they made a third season i honestly don’t know what else they could have had happen so while i think the ending could have been fleshed out more, i don’t think there was a need for another 8 episodes. THAT BEING SAID, i did love what we were given. as mentioned earlier i loved the contrast between sitcom and drama where not only did the show change cinematically but also the characters in the scene changed the way they acted depending on if kevin was present and i think that that was super interesting and a very unique concept that i personally have never seen before. the plot line could use a couple tweaks here and there but i am no show runner or script writer so please take that sentiment with a grain of salt.

okay, this review is long enough. bye now drink water be safe and ladies carry pepper spray and maybe learn a self defense move or two 🫡

[softlights-citylights]

Day 6 — Without You

Day 5 — Circles | series m. list | Day 7 — Not Like Me

content warning drinking, tsukishima being a dick, yamaguchi being a dick, kuroo is also kind of an ass. implied sex tho its not described, possible ooc, angst. again. cringe? its always the same stuff.

word count 1k

a/n yk i just realized that people drink a lot in this series. perhaps it has something to do with the fact that i am strugging so hard to write this fanfic sober. something about alcohol makes the words flow better. idk. im not an alcoholic tho. i promise

Tsukishima sat at the bar, slumped over the wooden counter. It was a dingy little place. He could feel splinters at his fingertips as he traced patterns into the wood the same way he used to trace patterns into Yamaguchi's skin.

The windchimes attached to the door clinked against each other as people slowly trickled out of the bar. People walked out until there was no one left but Tsukishima and the bartender.

Yamaguchi's name burned in the back of his throat. He wasn't sure if his stomach turned because of the thought of him, or if it was the alcohol making a reappearance. He gave a few pathetic coughs, chest trying to dry heave the fire out of his system.

"Whatever this is, man—" the bartender cleaned a glass and filled it with water, setting it down with a tap in front of Tsukishima— "you gotta let it go." They were the only two left in the establishment. Other patrons had left long ago to go home to their loved ones. And if he was being honest, the bartender wanted to close up shop.

But Tsukishima couldn't let it go. How could he let go of the best thing that ever happened to him? Tsukishima sighed, "I cant' do that." He reached for the glass of water, downing it in one go. He set it back down on the counter, the light danced through the glass, lighting up his hand.

"If you can't let something go, I don't really care." The bartender's patience was running thin. "I have to go."

Tsukishima couldn’t stop thinking about how Yamaguchi had tried to avoid him. Was he ashamed? Embarrassed to have ever dated Tsukishima? He wasn’t thinking as he rapid fired texts from his phone. But if he could, his thoughts would’ve been filled with nerves. Would Tadashi show up for Tsukishima like he always did? Even when Tsukishima never had?

Yamaguchi was awake. He was sitting on Yachi's couch, trying to cover his sniffles when the messages came trough. He clicked on them as soon as he saw the notification, only to be disappointed at what he saw. He wished that it had been a sober Tsukishima who realized the fault of his ways and realized how much he had hurt Yamaguchi. Maybe that was something that Tsukishima couldn't deliver sober.

Still, he shot up from the couch and pulled on a hoodie over his pajamas. In his hurry, he knocked over the coat hanger which landed with a loud crash on the floor.

Yachi started in her bed at the sound of the bang, sitting straight up with her heart thudding in her chest. Leaving her room, she saw Yamaguchi struggling to put on his shoes in a sleep-deprived frenzy. Rubbing her eyes, she asked, “Tadashi, what’s going on?”

“Tsukishima.” That was Yamaguchi’s one word answer as he fumbled with his shoelaces. Yachi frowned. After everything, he was still running back to a man who should be an ex.

“I don’t have a car, but you can take my bike,” Yachi offered. She wouldn’t stand in his way, even if she thought he was making the wrong choice.

“Please,” Yamauchi said, holding out his hand as Yachi dropped the key to the bike lock to him. “Thank you, Yachi. You’re the best.”

The chains on Yachi’s bike clicked as he pedaled toward the location Tsukishima sent him. It was a cool summer night, the wind brought a cold chill to his fingers. He stopped on the side of an empty road. At nearly 2am in the morning, there were hardly any cars about. What was he doing? Yamaguchi ran his hand through his hair and decided that it didn’t matter. Why? Because he still cared.

“Oh, good,” the bartender said, clearly annoyed. His phone was in his hand and a deadpan expression on his face. “I was about to call a taxi for him.” The bartender pointed at Tsukishima's blond head, fast asleep on the counter.

"I'm sorry." Tadashi apologized to the bartender before gently nudging Tsukishima, who stirred in his slumber. He hauled Tsukishima into the passenger seat, a herculean task considering Tsukishima's height. Then, he managed, but struggled, to fit Yachi's bike in the boot of his car. The drive home was a quiet one. It was all too smooth. No other cars populated the streets. There was nothing but green lights, as if the universe was telling him that his thoughts were leading him in the right direction.

What if this was the last night that they spent together? Yamaguchi would hate an ending like this, but it seemed fitting at the same time.

Tsukishima began to stir as Tadashi parked in front of their dorm. Slowly, he blinked his eyes open, trying to figure out where he was before the headlights shut off, leaving them in darkness. There was nothing but the light of the moon as Yamaguchi opened the passenger side and beckoned for Tsukishima to stand.

He waved Yamaguchi aside, insisting that he could stand on his own. Maybe Tsukishima really didn't need him in the way that Yamaguchi needed him. Or he just didn't want to seem pathetic and weak in front of Yamaguchi.

Tsukishima probably wouldn't remember it in the morning, but Yamaguchi spoke to him anyways. A gentle hand pulled the cover's over Tsukishima, making sure to lay him on his side. He brushed a stray hair off of Tsukishima's forehead before removing his glasses and setting them on the nightstand. "I'm going to move out tomorrow."

"I thought you said you forgave me?" Tsukishima asked in his drunken slumber. His cheeks were flushed a pale pink. Clouded by alcohol, he blinked up at Yamaguchi.

"I do." Yamaguchi's voice wobbled as he spoke. "I did."

"Then—" Tsukishima didn't finish his sentence. He couldn't even keep his eyes open.

"Good night, Tsukishima," Yamaguchi whispered.

extras

im ngl, i lowkey hate tsukishima in this chapter

but it feels in character for how he acts in season one

he feels like the kind of person who doesn't really value tadashi as much as he should

"its just a club" = "its just a relationship"

both these boys have so much to grow into

extra a/n im not an alcoholic.

Day 5 — Circles | series m. list | Day 7 — Not Like Me

[butterpony100]

I wanted to read your au but then i realized that there's lava

Can you explain what's the au about?

Hya there!

This ask made me realize I’ve never really advertised my au here on tumblr aside from posting the chapter links.

EverHearth is a fanfiction written by me about a post seabound/pre crystalized au where Kai is turned into an elemental (like how Nya ‘became the sea’ in seabound) and shenanigans insue.

First thing I wanna clarify, that while Lavashipping (Cole and Kai) is a main focus in this story, I intend to have all of the main 6 addressed and be the focal point of their own subplots.

So here we go!

The main plot of the au take place in a period between the ending of seabound and the start of crystalized. The big change is that we’ve already had the year long time skip from the end of seabound and gotten Nya back, but what’s different this time is that the ninja weren’t cause stealing the forbidden scroll. So while the police are looking for who did it, we have a point in the story now between getting Nya back and the ninja getting arrested, thus pushing back the official start of the crystalized plot (which may or may not change in this au 👀)

Ok that’s the technical shit dealt with, now to the lore.

It’s been a few months since the team got Nya back, and with this strange period of peace in comparison to their normally hectic ninja schedule, the team takes the time to spend it together and start taking all sorts of jobs around the continent (at least until the next big bad comes along).

During this time, all six of the ninja kinda start taking time to unpack some of their issues.

Jay almost drowned when Wojira was on her rampage and it had pretty devastating effects on his health, (not to mention uncovered some traumatic memories with a certain Jinn)

Nya is still recovering from her extended stay in the sea, with many of her memories still disorganized and blurry. She’s mostly been trying to keep an eye out on Jay out of anxiety (cause we all know what happened last time). Unfortunately, the whole mess also uncovered some memories of a nasty Jinn for her too

(NOTE: In this AU, Jay and Nya are the only ones who remember the alternate timeline)

Zane has been avoiding his issues with the never realm and the forbidden scroll for a little over a year now, still stuck with the anxiety of using his powers in fear of somehow ‘loosing control’. At least he’s finally taking the time to reflect on everything that happened with that now!

Lloyd through the course of time from all the way back to the end of MotO up to present day has been looking for any sign of his father. Less-so out of some kind of desperation to get his dad back and more-so in the ‘I’m gonna find you, beat the crap out of you, and then forcefully trauma dump everything you’ve done to me onto you so amnesia or not you know just how shit of a person you are’ kind of way. But after loosing Nya and finally getting her back, Lloyd realized he shouldn’t waste time on people no longer in his life, and focus on who he still has.

And then we get to the two ‘stars’ of the show (cough the ones I smack with the ouch stick a few hundred more times than the others)

Kai and Cole don’t directly have any pressing issues popping up as the team travels around the continent, aside from recovering from the team’s split up and getting the water ninja back.

Maybe it’s because of the combination of the absence of other concerns and the intense emotional toll of gaining back a loved one that had yet to fade, but the two slowly began to confide in eachother.

Until, of course, when shit hits the fan.

THATS ALL IM SHARING HERE FOLKS! If you want to learn more, check out the fic on AO3!

I’ll probably make a post in the future going into more detail about the OC content I’ve added into the story (mostly world building, some power system additions, and some unique background characters)

Until then, have fun!

[redheadbigshoes]

i saw a tiktok and it said basically that it wasn’t very bi to think that you will be missing out on women if u date men, do u agree? obviously ik youre not bi, but idk where else to go and i really like your blog so i thought i’d ask! i’ve been back and forth on being bi vs lesbian, i like men and women, women definitely more, but i do agree with the statement from the tiktok, i always had this feeling that if i were to date a guy i was scared to end up with him, because then i would never get to date women. overall it’s all very confusing - dating and relationships for me and i haven’t quite worked that out, i don’t really see a spouse for myself in the future, but if i were to have one i would definitely prefer a woman.

also do u have any tips on getting more comfortable with being queer, i feel like it never bothered me as much as it does recently, there’s a cute guy at my school but i don’t want anything else it’s just like i think he’s hot, but i find myself trying to like him more if that makes any sense? there’s also a cute girl who caught my eye, the point is i feel like im trying to like men so hard, i haven’t had a crush on a girl in a while mainly because i liked this other dude for a year, but now when i don’t like him anymore and i’ve been thinking about being queer more i feel like im trying to like men more recently, i also kinda feel like internally i may be struggling with homophobia. i don’t really know what to do, i watched and still do watch many queer shows, try to listen to queer artists and be around as much queerness as i can on social media, but it doesn’t really seem to help with the fact that i seem to want to distract myself from getting to a point where i am into a girl. it kinda feels isolating to think about.

sorry if this is messy, but it’s late as i write this and my mind has been messy as well. thanks for the help!

I feel like this isn’t necessarily a sign that you’re not attracted to men, but it definitely can be! This was my exact thought when thinking about dating men vs thinking about dating women. But there’s bisexuals with heavy gender preferences and some of them can have this similar mindset simply because they don’t want to date men (but they’re still attracted to them).

There’s a few things that could help feeling more comfortable about being queer, like making queer friends and interacting more with queer people (online or not). Something that can be very helpful is interacting more with wlw content specifically, like videos or through social media with sapphics who post specifically about their identity and relationships, but also watching movies/shows or reading sapphics books can help too.

Maybe since you’re slowly realizing you’re queer, you’re unconsciously trying to force yourself to like men (regardless if you’re actually attracted to them or not) in a way to avoid thinking about your attraction to women.

The things that personally helped me a lot about accepting my identity were reading reader insert fanfics pairing fem!reader with a female character and also talking with my queer friends. Having queer people around you is always very important, but especially when you’re still trying to accept who you are.

[rainofdauwuand0w0]

I sit and stop to think sometimes when i cant sleep, about the whats and the hows of everything, the whys usually escaping me.

For example my channel

My youtube channel, when i first created it, like so many others, just started out as a way for me to watch and enjoy the content of others, finding the enjoyment of those who also enjoyed games like i did, markiplier and jacksepticeye my main favorites for gaming related stuff, there were others of course but, sometimes its best to lay some parts of memory to rest and let them stay at rest. Randomly finding matpat in his younger days, and some other theorizing minds whom i lost interest and forgot over time most likely. Though i also found some other things. old game devs, playthroughs of the dev commentaries, and finding them in games myself. All these culminating in my interests of force of what i wanna do on my channel and sometimes i think about it and I get scared. But the best advice I’ve seen from this site was to do it scared, and so i have been, and slowly trying to get braver and more confident into talking into a shitty headset mic, on a computer thats being the lil dell desktop that could. And in all honesty if my desktop computer core was a thing, i would tell it how proud i am for managing what it can despite its own limitations, I am proud of it for giving me the ability to atleast get a start into all this. And so far, I have made technically two series to start off, lets start with “rain rambles”, the name i took from my own random idea for what i would call my random rambles on here originally but now it is for a video series, all about discussing my thoughts on weaponry and maps and modes in games of interest, of course it is called rain rambles so it may change over time, but for now that was the base idea, to talk about a game, mod, sourcemod, fangame, etc, and share my thoughts on the design of the stuff in it!

Then there is the kingsway game series i have started up, im gonna do my best to keep up with it atleast semi-regularly and try to keep working through things and go through the motions of trying to record the game, get to working on my confidence that a video could suddenly be seen by lots of people, even if in youtube numbers terms it may seem small, my brain imagines them in spaces i inhabit like they were over for a house part of some sort. And sometimes i overthink and go, “oh maybe tomorrow” and some days i manage it.

I hope despite the beginner quality, my videos are enjoyed, that my videos are at the very least some nice background noise to listen to and leave on while you are off doing something else, or that you do manage to enjoy my commentary, despite my shyness of irl and online being shown full force in these videos.

I wanna make videos, I wanna entertain folks, make them laugh, smile, and more. I wanna provide a space to relax, watch a video of someone playing a game for a long form, and enjoy the experience of it all.

But my youtube channel is not the only thing on my mind that cant yet sleep due to all these thoughts. It’s life, in general to a degree i think, because I think I’ve finally figured out something that scares me. I don’t know who I’ll be when I’m truly me, transitioned, in a household that I don’t have to worry about the foods and doing fractioning to ensure lil siblings get the food they need for their growing bodies. Ensuring the space of the household of downstairs, remains decent at the very least in looks and stuff, doing my best with my circumstances. I want to do a online job, so that i may continue my work on my youtube as well, my passion of creative energy going to something, somewhere, somehow, despite the feeling that the walls are closing in despite me only barely starting out adulthood, I have seen in my early age someone who became the person in the basement, playing in their room for while they didn’t do anything with all that time, looking for no jobs at the time, the scarily distance from anything but games yet no sight of anything to turn it into even just a hobby for the hell of it, to have fun with others, said person has since gotten a job and began making payments to ensure they keep their internet, so they’ve changed, but my brain has mentally exhausted and scared myself into a toxic visage of “YOU CAN BECOME THAT BUT x10 WORSE!” as if i wasn’t already on the road to being that burned out gifted kid, and yet here I am. Scared of growing up but also wanting to move on.

I don’t wanna be at my mom’s forever. Not due to societies weird obsession with instant separation of the family as they grow up past the big ol’ 20 that you now must be thrown to the wolves. But because I feel like this space holds me down in a sense, i wanna stop being the caterpillar, I wanna become the butterfly I know i can be. But rn its really hard to be stuck as the caterpillar, to be at the “just eating leaves” stage of my life seemingly, while the world around me has scary event after “moment(s) of our time” keep happening and happening, i wanna fly off to my boyfriends current place of stay and just get this all started, maybe even get this youtube thing more consistent as I will feel like I don’t have to waste energy on the most important things in my current place on the important things of watching siblings, the household, ensure that things aren’t being destroyed, make sure the lil siblings are fed for the day of lunch and breakfast, and sometimes ensuring that something is done in addition to that, like an extra chore, like cleaning a bathroom or putting away/starting dishes, and all that adds on to how much energy I’ve used in a day. So when i get to recording its hard to pull up and sit in the chair, sometimes i just wanna sit on the floor and play something else, thats where the edited videos of smaller things come in, the 2v8 dbd video was just me trying to use remaining energy to make something, to make SOMETHING out of my creativity out into the world.

[makur0]

hello can i request a scenario where kaoru's s/o (afab reader) ex keep bothering her and trying to get back to her? at first kaoru just let it slide since he thinks she can handle it well, until he can't take it no more cause her ex keep on bothering her even go far as trying to steal or touch her when he is away? one night when they were cuddling, suddenly she got a message from her ex, saying such things as kaoru is bad at pleasing his partner, and how they should get back together cause he can do more than kaoru. kaoru, extremely pissed by that, suddenly came up with a mischievous idea. he records the two of them doing sex, and taking a selfie of them naked together and showing off the hickeys he made on his partner. sending the send button of the video and pictures, he smiles victoriously. knowing that he is the winner.

I HOPE THIS ISN'T TOO LONG SKSKSK im trying to make it as specific as possible in order to not make you confused 👉🏻👈🏻

“Me, not you.”

synopsis — he’s getting increasingly irritated by your ex… so surely you wouldn’t mind if he sent something to shut him up, right? [kaoru hakaze x AFAB! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. dom! kaoru, recorded sex, pornography, penetration, jealous sex?, rough sex, creampie, breeding, squirting, overstimulation

author’s note — MMMMM RECORDED SEX- im also trying to finish all the nsfw requests before november and it seems to be going well, which is good !!

word count — 1093

KAORU WAS WELL AWARE OF YOUR EX.

But he already decided to not do anything about it. You were perfectly capable of helping yourself out, so why should he intervene? It wasn’t like he was constantly nagging at you, trying to touch you, get you to sleep with him.

Right?

Especially that one time you had to call him from work because your ex was bothering you. He came right away, sweeping you away, but he couldn’t help but want to murder that guy there and then. He’s had enough of his bullshit, to be honest.

Currently the two of you were enjoying each other’s warmth, you scrolling through your phone as Kaoru read a book that Nagisa had suggested. It was enjoyable, but all he could focus on was your furious tapping on your phone screen.

“[name]-?”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You suddenly yelled, throwing your phone on the mattress as you fumed. “Suck on a small dick, holy shit...”

The male pulled away from you, alarmed, but you shook your head. “No, not you.” You sighed. “It’s my ex, again.”

You reached over to grab your phone again but Kaoru beat you to it, eyes flitting over the screen as he read the message.

...can do so much better, yk?

...probably has a limp dick anyways, lol

...don’t have to lie to me, i already know he’s terrible at making you feel good unlike me...

“What the fuck,” He muttered under his breath, his grip tightening on your phone. Peeping over his shoulder, you swallowed at his deadly gaze.

He was beyond pissed. What kind of a guy comes after their ex saying this shit? 

And he dissed him.

Nobody does that.

You sighed, plucking your phone out of his frozen hands. “I’ll block him now- he’s gone too far. Let me just-”

“Don’t block him.”

You blinked. What?

“At least, not yet,” He said, turning to you and slowly pushing your chest down so that you were laying on the bed. “I... have an idea.”

His grey eyes glanced at your phone before back at you, and you got the message. Oh.

“I mean,” You spluttered, your face turning a bright shade of red. “If- if it means that he’ll stop bothering me then...”

“Great.” Wasting no time he slid your shirt and bra off, playing with your breast. “Terrible at making you feel good, my ass...”

He dipped his head down to your chest, biting at the flushed skin harshly as your mouth flew open. You watched him, lightheaded, as he marked almost every inch of your skin with blossoming pink, red, and purple hickies. There was no way you were able to hide these... not that you minded, of course.

You sighed, contented, as you started to rub your sex softly. He noticed your action but didn’t bother to move it, instead helping you out by pressing his knee against your pelvis.

“I make you feel good, right?” He hissed out softly, pinching at your perky nubs as he rubbed his knee against you. “Right?”

“Oh, Kaoru~” You moaned out, your head tossed back. “You do, you do...”

His hands pulled away from your body, taking his shirt off as you got off on his knee. You shuddered, your fingers fishing under your panties and rubbing against your clit as you came close to your high. Soon enough you came with a sigh, breathing heavily.

You were already growing tired, but you knew that this wasn’t just this. As you watched Kaoru pull off his pants and boxers, revealing his hardening cock, you wriggled out of your shorts and ruined-underwear, tossing them to the side of the bed. 

He flipped you over, delivering a harsh slap to your ass which you moaned delightfully at. Even though he wasn’t recording now, you wanted to at least give your boyfriend a lewd show for doing you a favor~

Chuckling, you wiggled your ass into his pelvis, brushing his leaking sex. By now the both of you were high on sex, rubbing against each other. This was all to get rid of your ex, but you couldn’t help but think that this may as well be the best session the two of you will have...

Kaoru stilled for a minute, taking your phone and opening the camera. He took a picture of your marked up chest, but to your confusion he then set it down next to you. “That’s it...?”

He snorted, caressing your ass. “Of course not. I’m gonna fuck you for a bit and then I’ll take the video. Would it be better if you were a blabbering mess with my cum decorating you?”

You shuddered at his words, biting back a moan. “Y-yeah...”

---

“Faster-r~!”

Wailing moans left you as you held onto your drool-soaked pillow, eyes rolling up to your head as your body moved in tune with Kaoru’s brutal thrusts. The sound of wet skin slapping against each other repeatedly was prominent, just like the stench of sex. In just mere minutes he had already come into you twice, his seed filling you and decorating your stretched hole. His large hands kept your ass propped up for him to fuck into more deeply, your thighs trembling greatly.

The male groaned, grinding his pelvis against your ass as he reached for the phone again. Perfect timing.

Swiftly opening the camera up again and putting it on video, he held the phone so that your entire lower body was in view along with his cock thrusting into you, the slick prominent.

He pressed record, and immediately he started ramming into you once again. Wanton moans left you, pawing at your pillow as he continued to rearrange your insides. 

“Yes, yes yes~!” You cried out, garbled. “M’gonna cum, I’m gonna cum-m-!”

With another shriek you hit your high once again, jerking viciously as the pleasure washed over you again. But you felt something else, something weird.

Kaoru cursed loudly, pulling out of you as you jetted out clear liquid. But not only you squirted all over him, but his seed burst out and leaked everywhere, dripping down your thighs and soaking the sheets.

Holy fuck that’s hot...

As soon as the liquid stopped coming out, he slid back in and made a few thrusts before coming into you again, fresh seed filling you up. You collapsed, exhausted, as he wrapped up the video and pulled up your ex’s number.

He couldn’t help but smirk victoriously as he sent the video and picture, knowing very well that he won.

Me, not you :)

[funfetticandle]

babe wake up new hyperfixation just dropped 👹

i saw this man ONE TIME on my fyp, and he wasn’t even in the tiktok, it was in a COMMENT, but anyway i searched him up and now Welcome Home is pretty much my whole life rn (aside from rottmnt, i will never forget them, YES IM STILL WRITING FOR THE BOYS)

but like anyway since wally’s hair looks so poofy and i wanna touch it so bad have some hcs of him with a reader who loves styling hair

(also i am one of those ppl who do headcanon that wally must put like 4 litres of hairspray in his hair every morning for it to be THAT PERFECT and it probably crunches when you touch it but for the sake of these hcs it will be fluffy okay? ok-)

Fluff

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ever since you moved here, your eyes were always drawn to him.

his calm and collected smile on his face 24/7, his relaxed but proper posture, and his hair.

it seemed so poofy. you had wanted nothing more than to simply touch it, to ask him how he managed to make it look so perfect everyday

you didn’t want to come off as creepy, though, so you simply kept your mouth shut.

every time you looked at him, you had to clench your hands to prevent them from softly patting the fluff on his head

until that day

you were all on a picnic together, with you sitting down and wally lying on the blanket

you stared down at the cobalt blue if his hair, and you just couldn’t resist

you slowly stuck your arm out and weaved your fingers throughout the strands, a satisfied smile on your face as it was just as soft as you imagined

meanwhile, wally was frozen, feeling your warm hands touch his hair with such gentleness, with every passing second him melting further and further into your touch

you suddenly remembered that wally could feel all of this, so you pulled back in embarrassment, about to say sorry and run away when you felt his gaze suddenly dart up to yours

he had gently grabbed your wrist, your hand going limp in his grip

his eyes represented those of a puppy’s, half lidded and relaxed as he mumbled, “i like that. do it again for me?”

you hesitated, eyes widening in surprise, before a smile crept onto your face, your hand continuing the slow stroking motion throughout his hair

ever since then, you took every chance you could to touch wally’s floof

he didn’t mind if course, he actually quite enjoyed it whenever you reached out to pat his head

you often styled it, experimenting on the texture and seeing what hairstyles can work with the strands

you also sometimes gushed to him about how lucky he is to have his hair naturally feel that way, and he could only laugh in amusement

“It just looks so perfect! and it’s as if you don’t even try! show me your ways-”

“darling, calm down.”

also, you guys 100% play with each others hair when you cuddle

like, youre playing with his hair, so he just immediately returns the favour because he knows how nice it feels

he likes to twirl yours in his fingers, and to feel it bounce back when he lets go

You snuggled closer towards him, basking in his warm embrace as you quietly curled your fingers through his hair lovingly, the silence being oddly comforting as he hummed in content.

You felt your eyelids become heavy as you drifted off to sleep in his arms. He laughed quietly as you slumped, your hand falling down, grazing his neck. He shivered, closing his eyes aswell.

“Goodnight, darling,” he whispered.

[grippingbeskar]

The Element of Surprise | Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen: The Rebels

mando x fem!reader

word count: 5.6k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (sexual intercourse mxf, marking/bruises, slight pain kink, pain after sex) swearing, general sexual content, din being hot as fuck

a/n: while I sat at home on a Saturday night and wrote the longest smut chapter I have ever written, it does make me wonder where I went wrong. or right. either way, thank you for staying with me. also please let me know if im missing any warnings, i go back through to edit but im worried im missing something so pls let me know!! :)

p.s: also just a note my spaceship knowledge only comes from me being a star wars nerd and watching the movies and shows, so it’s most likely not accurate but IM MAKING IT UP okay it’s fine

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Your first inhale smells of vanilla, and you know it well. Moving your head further into his neck, your body slowly catches up to your brain, each part of you fidgeting slightly as you wake up. You can feel the rise of his chest against you, the deep, slow breathing coming through the modulator in beat with your own. You don’t know if hes asleep or if he just sits that still all the time, but when you move your hips slightly, he groans in response, and you know hes wide awake.

“Hi.” You say into his neck, and you realise you are still straddling him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, his own holding you in position as he adjusts the ships path behind you. Unwrapping your hands, you use his chest to push yourself upright, and he clicks a final button before leaning back into the chair, helmet slowly scoping you up and down.

“Hi.”

“You should have woken me up. I would have done that.” You tilt your head back to the control board. You are in desperate need of practise, the small movement you did last night a baby step in the right direction.

“First day and you’re already sleeping on the job.” Your head shifts back slightly, and your jaw opens in a little bit of shock that hes so sassy this early in the morning. At least you think it’s early, the darkness of the galaxy behind you showing no sun, but still lighter than it was on Ryloth.

“Hey! You told me t-“

“Shh. You needed sleep. We have plenty of time to practise. At least two days before we reach the next planet.” One of his hands come under your chin to shut your jaw before you can bite back, so you roll your eyes instead. You turn to look behind you, getting a good picture of the absolute emptiness of the galaxy. At least there’s no chance of you hitting anything out here.

“Where’s Grogu?” You turn back, relaxing your hips on top of him and his hands drop to them, holding you in place.

“The hull. Still sleeping, its early.” You just nod, trying to think of something to say, but all you can concentrate on is how hard is he underneath you, both of you still unsatisfied from last night.

You are insatiable when your around him, and the only reason you didn’t jump him as soon as you got him alone last night was because you don’t think you had a proper sleep for two days and the intensity of your ‘brush’ with death knocked you out cold. His hands stay on your hips, gripping you tightly, just enough that it wouldn’t leave a mark, but you want him to, so you grind against him, feeling his thumbs dig into the sharp bone. You moan in response, and he gets the message, holding you tighter, slowly dragging you up and down against him in small movements.

“Fuck, Din.” You never get tired of saying his name, and saying it here, when hes making you feel so good like this, you don’t think you ever will.

“Sh-shit. That feel good?” He drags you up and down again, harder this time, the pressure against your tight core so hard its almost painful, but the pleasure is too good to think about it. You nod, and another moan is drawn from you, that familiar feeling bubbling under the surface.

“Yeah, I know baby. You know how much I missed you? Missed this?” Your eyes flutter open and hes only looking at your face. If you weren’t feeling so fucking hot right now you might have been embarrassed, but you’re so comfortable with him you don’t think there’s anything you wouldn’t let him do right now.

“Tell me, please. Din.” He sets a deadly slow pace, loosening his grip just slightly so you can move and put his rock-hard cock right against the small bundle of nerves and you jerk against him, his hands tightening again.

“Couldn’t help myself when you called. Looked so fucking good touching yourself, just for me.” He moans and leans his helmet into your chest, your hands coming up to grip the sides as leverage. You’re panting and you can’t focus on anything, all your energy devoted to feeling him. “Got me hard from miles away, nearly came straight back when you hung up.” You regain enough consciousness to register the words, and your voice cracks as you reply.  

“Really?”

“Yes, cyar’ika. I would do anything if you asked me to.” The desperation in his voice, how his breathing stutters when you grind down on him – if you’d known you that you would have locked the doors and kept him here forever. Now that you know what that name means, too; Maker. You cry out as you get closer and closer. You can feel how hard he is, every move he drags you through a slow torture for the both of you.

“Din, I want to feel you.” You moan and drop your forehead to the top of his helmet, the weight of your head suddenly too heavy to hold on your own.

“Not -ngh. Not yet. I want you to make yourself cum like this. Its a-all I could think about, being in this chair. Underneath you.” You let out a shaky breath and try to concentrate on the movement of your hips, but your body is heavy with lust. Luckily Dins strong hands aid you more than enough to lead. The delicious feel of him running along you only makes you hotter. Every time you’re with him is better than the last, a whole new kind of sensation taking over your senses.

“Good girl. Use me, come on.” He encourages, his hands digging deeper into your hips, and you whimper at the thought of the marks they will leave tomorrow. “Is this okay?” Whispering through the modulator, your heart thumps in your chest. Even like this, both of you so incredibly close, he still checks in with you, clearly aware of how hard hes holding you.

“Y-Yes. I want to see it. Harder, Din.” He obliges, grinding you down with his hands. Your eyes squeeze shut and your entire body tenses with pleasure, tingles shooting up your spine and filling your lower stomach. When you whimper again, he laughs under you, short and dark.

“You like that, huh? You like that your gonna see exactly where my hands have been. Exactly where I held you when you came.” You cry out, his name coming out in the midst of a bunch of curse words that didn’t make sense. “You close, baby?”

You were a whimpering mess, the only reason you hadn’t come yet was the torturous pace he set was slow and hard, stoking the fire inside of you just enough to edge you, and he knew it.

“Come for me, then.” His low, deep voice fills your ear and his hands move your hips faster. It only takes a few beats of that incredible pace for you to explode, throwing your head back, Dins quick arm behind your back the only thing that kept you on the chair.

His other hand kept its hold on you, pushing you through your everlasting orgasm. Your abs tense furiously and your whole body is shuddering – you’ve never felt this fucking good in your entire life. Every part of your body is alive and electric, and when you finally come down you are gasping for air in the small space between you both. His other hand comes up to lift your head on his helmet.

“I want to kiss you so bad right now.” You say as your lungs stop burning and oxygen returns to your brain. You blink your eyes at his visor, and your eyelashes brush against the inky black. He ‘hmm’s in response, so you bring your hips down on top of him again with a little bit of force, both of you jerking into the action, him still hard as fuck under you. Instantly you know what you want, shimming out of his grip to get on your knees in front of him.

“Baby, I-“

“Let me. I want to.” A low groan comes from the modulator, and he physically rips his arm off the chair, seemingly fighting himself to lean forward and cup your face.

“Believe me, I want that so badly. I-I dream about it.” Your eyebrows come together in confusion. “But if I’m not inside of you right now, I don’t think we will ever leave this ship.” He gently pulls you by your face back onto his lap, the contrast of his touch from just minutes ago sending a new wave of shivers down your spine.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He laughs lightly underneath you, and you don’t waste a second, hands working to remove the belt holding up his pants. The buckle loosens and you throw it somewhere behind the chair, next trying to figure out the armour. There’s so much beskar you can’t find any part that looks like a zipper. Or buttons. Maker, why the fuck is this so complicated?

You look up at him, but he just leans back, both his hands coming up behind his head, content to watch you struggle. Seriously? He looks so cocky, his head slanted slightly looking down on you, and if you weren’t so desperate right now you would register how sexy it looks.

Its his turn to struggle, you think, so you stop trying to figure out the pants, instead running your fingers down his chest, starting in the centre, tracing the lines of his complicated set up until you reached his cock. You could feel it throbbing through his pants, and your palm applies just a little bit of pressure. The choked gasp that comes from him feeds your ego, and you push harder against him, flicking your hair to the other side of your head and looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Something wrong?” You ask innocently, and you can hear how much hes struggling to breath under your hand’s movement. You apply more pressure, wondering if he has the same register for pain and pleasure as you do. You remember that moment on the ship just before he left, and you follow your curiosity.

His breath is short and uneven, the modulator amplifying every tiny sound he makes. It gets you so wet that you almost let your spare hand drift down to your underwear, but you want to focus on him. You wish you could feel him in your mouth, you would make him feel so good, but this is the next best thing, and you’re going to make him feel as hot as he makes you. You can feel the outline of him against your palm, so you wrap your hand around him, tight. Another choked gasp comes out of him, but he hasn’t said anything, so you keep your grip where it is and move it up and down his length. The evidence of your own orgasm lines his pants, making it easier for you to slide your hand along him, and when you reach the tip of him, his hand flies down to catch your wrist.

“Fuck. F-fuck – I’m going to cum if you-“ he forces himself to take a breath “if you don’t stop. I need to fuck you, please.” He takes the initiative, ripping the seam of his pants and shoving them down his thighs, and you smile up at him, happy with your work. You run your hands along his tanned legs, and you want to take your time to worship every part of him. When you finally see his cock come into view, your mouth actually waters. The tip is red and already beading with pre cum, and you bite your lip, looking back up at Din.

“C’mere.” He mumbles, still breathless. You shuffle up to him and realise you still have your underpants on. You reach down to move them out of the way, but Dins gloved hands beat you to it, tearing them in half and discarding the pieces over his shoulder.

“Din!” As hot as that was, you only have a limited amount of clothes. “I only have like five pairs with me.” You laugh against his helmet, clearly not that upset.

“Don’t wear ‘em. You don’t need them.” His voice is still that deep pitch, seductive and rough. The lights in the cockpit paired with the lights from the stars outside illuminate you both enough that he can’t take his helmet off without you seeing his face, and as much as you want his mouth on yours, once he finally fucks you, you don’t know if you would be able to control your eyes enough. He knows this, you think, which is why he just pulls you closer, discarding his gloves so he can touch you.

He slides into you with ease, and there’s still a tinge of pain as your body adjusts to him again. He sighs, and it matches yours as you both melt into each other, your entire body relaxing around him. One hand gets lost in your hair, the other wrapping around you, pulling you into him and holding you in place.

“How does it feel?” He asks against your cheek, and you tighten around him, causing him to almost growl, a feral sound ripping through his body. You can feel it vibrate through his chest.

“So good, Din. Sososo good.” Mumbling a string of words, he takes the hint and moves, pulling out of you halfway and gently thrusting back into you.

Its not enough, and you push up on shaky legs, letting yourself drop down, sliding from tip to base, your ass smacking against his thighs.

“You want it harder, princess?” He calls you so many names, each one having a different effect on you. You nod unable to form a word as he slams his hips up into you, hitting a spot you have never felt before. “You just had to ask. Ill fuck you nice and hard. Give you what you want.”

He always would. He slams into you again, and again, hitting that spot each time and your eyes roll back into your head. He sets a fast pace, the explicit sounds of your ass smacking against him only adding to the sensation. He says your name once, then again, and grabs your face, not stopping his brutal thrusts as he forces you to look at him through the visor.

“Tell me who’s the only one that can fuck you like this.” He grunts, each time he slams into you your heads knock together slightly.

“You! Din- fuck! No one but you.” You have no idea how you manage the words, Dins hand wrapped in your hair pulling slightly, just enough to feel the pressure of it. Your hands scramble over his chest and back, desperate to find something to hold onto, but Din lets go of you for a second and releases whatever was holding his armour on his chest and back, exposing the skin you missed so much. Instantly your nails dig into him, and his arm returns to your back, keeping you upright while he fucks you, hard.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good, cyar’ika.” You were drunk on this feeling, the feeling of him inside you, how hard he was slamming into you, the moment you felt him finish inside you, you knew you would follow.

“Please, pleaseimsocloseDin..” Hes moaning in your ear, and your surprised you can hear him over your own, practically holding back sobs as he stretches you so good every thrust, your entire body sparking with electricity.

His thrusts stutter only twice and you feel him fill you, his hips jutting as he tries to keep his pace for you, but he doesn’t have to try long as the sensation of him finishing inside of you is your own undoing, and you both grasp onto each other, shaking with each other’s pleasure.

You scream out his name and he groans out yours, the pace of his thrusts slowing as you both ride out your highs. Eventually his hips stop, but he doesn’t pull out of you. You don’t want him to, and you slump against his body, taking the same position from this morning as you slept, your head nuzzling into his neck.

“Close your...” Hes so out of breath he doesn’t finish the sentence, but you know what he means, the hiss of the helmet being detached sends your body into a whole new kind of alert. It drops to the floor and instantly his soft hands are pulling your lips to his.

The kiss is slow; beautiful. His lips move against yours at a bruising force, but he moves at no hurried pace. It’s perfect, and exactly what you needed to bring you back to earth. You both pull away, only because the burn of your lungs reminds you that you actually need to breath, and its suddenly an inconvenience, given the choice you would gladly choose his lips over your need for oxygen.

“Your fucking perfect. You know that?” Hes still close to you, his hair tickles your damp forehead.

“Cyar’ika.” You say to him, and it feels right coming out of your mouth. You can feel his smile, your lips brushing against his teeth as he does so. You wish you knew more words in Mando’a so you could make him smile like that forever.

“Sounds pretty when you say it” he says against your mouth, greedily kissing your mouth, biting your lower lip before pulling away. “You feeling okay?” His hand rubs soothing circles on your lower back, and you feel his head drop to examine the marks he left on your hip, fingers brushing over the sensitive spot, and you suck in a breath.

“Sorry. Sorry.” He kisses your nose and then your lips and you shake your head.

“Its fine, just fresh. I like it. I’m good, promise.”

“Good.” He starts kissing your neck, and you sigh into his touch, his hands underneath your shirt freely exploring the still covered skin.

“You know what you said about ‘never leaving this ship’?” he mumbles a reply against your skin, and you laugh. “Well, I will never let you leave again if you keep going like that.” He laughs and leaves one long kiss on your jaw before leaving your skin. You keep your eyes closed as he lays back, and its then that he slips out of you, slowly. Din adjusts his pants so that they come up over his cock, discarding the rest of his upper body armour to the side and pulling you against his bare chest, your head tucking under his chin. “I’m serious. I’m not letting you leave again.”

“You’re the captain. I guess I have to listen to you.” The honey laced voice fills the room and its the first time since hes taken his helmet off that you appreciate it, wanting to always take the time to remember what he sounds like.

“Yup. I’m going to tie you up and keep you in this chair.” That sounded a lot dirtier than you meant, but he just laughs.

“That doesn’t sound too bad.” He says into the top of your head, planting a sweet kiss there. Your eyebrows shoot up, but you can’t move your head for the risk of seeing his face. “I can hear you thinking. Get your mind out of the gutter.” You huff and he laughs again, moving you with him as he does.

“You started it.” Another mumble to the top of your head is all you get, and as the ship buzzes around you, you think you would have fallen asleep had you not slept for so long the day before. “Two days till the next planet, right?” He nods against you. “Where are we going?”

“Corellia. Need some parts for the ship. Next targets there too.” You nod against him now, and its nice to know you have a bit of time with him before he leaves again. “You can look it up in the book, but its – safer. You can come with me, and the kid. If you want.”

“Of course I do.”

“Might be a couple days.”

“I don’t care. I want to.” You wrap your arms around his back, trying to get closer to him. Now that he wasn’t inside you, nothing seemed close enough.

“Okay. Then you’ll come.” He kisses your head again. “Get some more flying lessons in before we land, too.” Your heart warms, him just as enthusiastic to teach you as you are to learn. “You can’t try to sleep with your instructor every time, though.”

You slap his chest and laugh, him trapping your hand and bringing it up to his mouth to kiss it.

“Why not? Worked well for me this time.”

“Mhmm. It did. Just have to test it again, then.”

“Now who has their mind in the gutter?” you tease, and he squeezes you in his arms. This is what happiness feels like, you think. Being squished in Dins arms, planning your next few days together, the kid giggling behind you outside the door.

Wait.

“Grogu!” you shout at the same time Din does.

“Kid!” He goes to spin the chair, but you frantically whack him.

“Din! Pants!” he says nothing for a second, then you think he realises.

“Im wearing pants.” His tone is flat, clearly confused. Maker...

“No. Me. No pants. Underwear in half on floor. Stick with me, please.” A quiet ‘ohhh’ comes from him, and he kisses your forehead before flipping you so you are on the chair. You can hear his footsteps leaving the cockpit as the door shutters open, picking up the kid in one arm, his helmet and armour in the other.

“Come downstairs when you’re ready.” You respond with a quick ‘yep!’ wanting Grogu away from the door as soon as possible, the embarrassment eating you up inside. You know all parts of this place are soundproof, and the door won’t open for anyone but Din, but you don’t want to scare the poor little guy. As Din leaves, you hear him mumble the words ‘lesson’ and ‘poor timing’ to Grogu, and a little of your embarrassment is subsided with the knowledge he wouldn’t have been able to see anything, Dins calmness confirming it.

You go to stand and immediately fall on your ass, your legs giving out underneath you. A slight pain shoots up your inner thigh, and you hear Dins voice call out your name.

“Im good! It’s fine.” Damn, he really did a number on you. As much as the pain is ever present as you push yourself off the floor and hobble down the hallway to your room on the right, you can’t wipe the grin off your face. It’s a good pain, and you hope it never goes away, a physical reminder of what you did just minutes ago. As you slide into a new pair of shorts, your fingers brush over the small, finger shaped bruises that frame your hip bones, flinching under your own touch. A purple hue sits under your skin at the points of contact, and you shift your shorts, so they don’t touch, not wanting to ruin the shape of them. Running your fingers through your hair you exit the room, taking a moment to look back, your heart swelling at the memory of the first time you saw it.

You pass the cockpit, going to head down the ladder when the door opens automatically. You stop, turn to face it and stare. How did it open? You take a few steps back, watching the doors come together, the light from the cockpit fading and letting the hallway fall into darkness again. You take two steps forward and they swing open again. Huh. He mustn’t have changed the doors back, usually they only opened when he was here. You knew he changed the security system when he left, but you assumed he would have switched it back. You hear the familiar clunk of his footsteps up the ladder, and you stay standing in front of the open doors.

“They open for me now.” Stepping out of the way again for a demonstration, you jump back in front, watching them slide open without hesitation.

“Yeah. Kept it like that, its easier.” He steps past you, and gentle hand coming on the small of your back to move in, strapping the kid in his seat.

“Huh.” He obviously doesn’t think that’s a big deal, and maybe it isn’t compared to what you were doing this morning, but your stomach fills with butterflies.

You know how paranoid he is and living for so long on his own you wouldn’t think he would factor in anyone to his life, let alone his ships security systems. You had no idea what you were both doing, every time you were together your crush on him only grew. You didn’t just fuck, what you shared was special and intimate, it had a substance of something behind it, you just weren’t sure how mutual the feeling was, but this was his version of telling you. Him cleaning out that room for you was the first, and now you can come and go as you please, knowing to add automatic features to one door would add them to everything.

“You...okay?” He looks over at you from the kid’s chair, and you realise your still standing in the doorway. You nod and go to take a step, using the doorway to support your still sore legs. Faster than you can process, Din is at your side, one hand on your ribcage. “What’s – Did I do something?”

“What? Oh! Well technically, yes.” You smile at him and he huffs out a breath. “Nothing bad though. Just a bit sore.” He doesn’t leave your side until you flop down in the chair, realising hes led you to the pilots chair, and he is not underneath you. “Wait, you’re not going to help?” He leans on the chair next to you, the kid happily gurgling behind.

“I’m right here, but you don’t need my help.” The confidence in his words almost makes you believe him. “Besides, you find something to hit out here, and I’ll give you ten credits.” You roll your eyes and look out to the open space; you can’t even see a hint of a planet. You know hes right. Taking a deep inhale, you can skip the first few steps of your last lesson, already committing them to memory.

“Okay.”

“This here is the navigation lock. Set any co-ordinates using these knobs here-“ He points out the screen and three knobs lining the side of it “-and she’ll take you there. Then its just a matter of controlling speed and altitude. It’ll keep you on course, but you can always manual override.”

“How do I do that again?”

“Just start steering, it breaks the auto system.” Leaning forward, he reads you out some co-ordinates, and you check against the altitude to make sure everything matches. “Now check these. Fuel gage- “he taps the green circle above your head “- and oxygen level.” Both arrows were pointing in the green sections, so you assume that means they were good. He goes through a few of the other buttons above your head, one to a small microphone allowing you to contact other ships, another that neutralises oxygen in the cockpit. “Any questions?” You shake your head and swallow. You don’t have any questions, that was true, but mainly because you think you forgot everything he said the minute he stood up and came behind you to show the buttons on the roof. His helmet loomed over your shoulder, you could see the reflection of him in the glass in front of you, broad shoulders nearly doubling your size. “Good.”

You move, adjusting the touchpad, dragging your finger over the side and the speed picks up. Its less scary this time, and you know you’re in open space, so you let yourself apply a little more pressure. You check the gages, buttons and screens around you, asking Din when you see one you don’t know. You check the altitude again, the nav systems all blinking green, and you feel a slight pull to the right, your hand going to reach for the manual direction when a gloved one stops you.

“It’s fine. Look.” You stare down and see the flight pattern on the tiny screen, seeing your slight right on course.

“There’s a lot less actual flying than I thought.” Sitting back in the chair, suddenly out of things to do. Din doesn’t move from behind you.

“She pretty much flies herself. Smooth, right?” You nod. It really was; the buzzing of the engine no longer vibrating through your feet as you glide through the atmosphere.

“How long have you been flying?”

“Since I was a kid. When I was picked up as a foundling, they taught me to fly as part of training. I’ve only had the Crest a couple of years, though.” Hes only opened up about his past a handful of times, and you soak in every word. Training that young, sounded kind of sad, but you guess it wasn’t really that different from you, your earliest memories training your sensitivity to the Force with your father. It also wasn’t that different from how you were training the kid now, even though you weren’t exactly sure how old he was.

“How fast does it go?” You ask, him laughing in the dim light. He takes a breath to say something, but suddenly a ship appears out of thin air, and you have to move fast to slow down, the engine groaning under the sudden break.

“What the fuck was that?” Your ship comes to a complete stop and hovers in front of the fighter jet. Rebel colours stripe the outside of it, the orange and yellow a beacon against the dark space.

“Just fighter jets coming out of hyperspace. They’ll pass, unless they’re on patr-“ Hes cut off by the blinking light coming on next to the microphone. You both look at each other, then back at the light. “I’ll do the talking.” You nod, sinking back and letting him reach over to click the speaker. “This is Razor Crest. Is there a problem, officers?” Static breaks the silence and an unfamiliar voice comes through.

“We noticed your transponders’ not omitting.” They sound young, but not angry. Hopefully that’s a good sign.

“Yes, I’m pre-empire surplus. I’m not required to run one.” You have no idea what this means but he seems to know what hes talking about.

“That was before. All aircrafts are required to run one now.” Your head looks up and your clearly worried, but his hand rests on your shoulder, his thumb drawing small lines along your collarbone.

“Thank you for letting us know.”

“No problem.” The transmission cuts out and you sigh. That was way easier than you thought. You sit up, ready to move the ship again but they haven’t moved.

“Just one more thing.” Comes through the microphone, and Din lets out an annoyed sigh. “We need you to send us a ping.” You both look over at Grogu, who sits behind you, distracted by a ball.

“Uh, I’m not sure I have those systems online.” You turn to face him, watching his body language and trying to figure out what he wants to do.

“We can wait.” The voice says. These guys aren’t half as scary as the Empire, but you could still get in some trouble, not knowing what kind of debts Din has to pay, and your slate isn’t exactly clean with the Rebels either. That’s not even thinking of the kind of trouble Grogu would cause. Din stands there in silence, shrugging at you. He hasn’t moved, clearly not interested in giving them what they want, and he lies.

“Yeah, doesn’t seem to be working.” If you weren’t so stressed you would have laughed, a small smirk coming across your face, and Dins hand comes up to touch the side of your mouth, holding your eye contact.

“Then you’ll have to come with us to the nearest docking station to do a full sweep of the ship.” You still don’t detect any aggression in their voices, but they are definitely suspicious of you. And a full sweep of the ship? You don’t even want to know what kind of things Din has hidden in here, and the idea of anyone else invading this small space the three of you share makes your skin crawl.

You start looking at the controls, searching for an option, a manoeuvre you haven’t seen, a way out. Din leans down to your level, his whisper so low the rebels wont be able to hear it, but you do, and it sends those familiar sparks down your back.

“You want to see how fast she goes?” A wicked smile spreads across your face, and he slides into the chair next to you, strapping himself in. Silently, he points out the switch you have to flick, and you nod, one hand on the chair preparing to be shot back.

“You need to come with us. Pulling up to engage exterior lock.” The fighter swerve’s to come up next to you, but as soon as you see the opportunity of open space you don’t waste a second, flicking the switch sending all three of you whirring into hyperspace, the Rebels never even having a chance.

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[iwadori]

are you going to do a 'when the haikyuu boys make you insecure' part with Iwaizumi / could I request that?

When they make you insecure part 6 (Iwaizumi,Matsukawa)

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

Word Count: 2.8K

Genre: Angst, Fluff

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AN: Did I embedd myself in this story? Yes, yes i did. :3 (it’s only a small part dw loool)

Iwaizumi

One day when you were walking to the gym to go see your boyfriend  

You overhear him and the team talking about some instagram girl

“She’s hot” you hear Boktuo yell doing a hoot as he fawns over a picture, with the rest of the guys agreeing.  

“What do you think Iwaizumi?” Hinata ask  

“She’s cute... I guess?” the rest of the guys, grunt in disagreement at Iwa’s lack of drooling over the girl.

“Well I see why you wouldn’t want her Haji-kun,” says Atsumu “you are into the more simple girls bro”

“Simple?” Iwaizumi questions, and the rest of the guys agree

“Yeah simple, you know Y/N... she’s simple” says one of the guys, with the word ‘simple’ rolling off their tounge with a tone of disgust.

“I guess your right guys...” Iwaizumi says “Y/N is pretty basic and simple but-”

You leave the gym before you hear what the rest of them had to say. When you got to your house you bolt straight to the mirror, you look at your outfit and frown. You never thought your style was ‘basic,’ to be fair you wouldn’t describe anybodys style as basic or simple. Of course, you weren’t like those instagram influencers, that wasn’t your thing. But Iwa has known that about you for years... but I guess that’s not what he truly likes.

You go to your closet and take out all the contents, just tossing all your clothes (even some of your favourite items ever) and dashing them in a black trash bag putting them to the side. You were already on a mission to buy a whole new wardrobe, going through all different stores and looking on pinterest for inspo.

You didn’t really talk to Iwa for the rest of the week, since you wanted him to see you in your ‘new form,’ you weren’t being radiosilent but you didn’t initiate any hang outs with him or face time calls (which he did find slightly odd, but didn’t think that much by it.)

Finally, the clothes came and you were kind of shocked at how much you ordered you spent over £200 on clothes from all different places. When you were trying them on, you liked some of them the ones that were kind of similar to your past style but not so ‘simple,’ the others you kind of frowned at since it definitely didn’t feel like ‘you’ at all. ‘This is for Iwa,’ you reminded yourself as your forced a smile on your face analysing yourself in the mirror.

You had everything sorted, your wardrobe was now changed and done the colours and styles you once wore before is now the complete opposite. You invited Iwa over, hesistantly waiting to see how would he react.  

When you hear your door knock, you rush over to open it and model a pose you saw one of those girl do trying to look as natural as possible.

“Hey babe ho-” he says, with his eyes widening seeing your new look “Woah Y/N!”

“Hey Haji..come in!” you exclaim with a beaming smile pulling him inside to the couch. “So, are we going to continue watching the crown, I watched the previous episode and god prince phillip is such a dick.”

You look over your shoulder and see Iwa still standing in your entranceway a bit awkwardly, looking a bit stunned. “Come sit down then, we’ve got an episode to watch.”

“uh oh yeah, sure” he says blinking, following you to the couch.

You got through atleast 4 episodes together, you barely talked as you were really engrossed in the show. Iwa was barely paying attention, he was too busy questioning how you were acting. This definitely wasn’t the girl he knew, even the way you were acting whilst watch the show was odd. The way you’d cutely giggle and ‘sublty’ look over to him whilst laughing at a funny part of the show instead of just doing your usual obnoxious laugh that he loved to hear.

“Oh Y/N, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” he says standing up, you don’t reply you just wave your hand in acknowledgement.

On his way to the bathroom, Iwa nearly trips on a black bag left outside your bedroom door. He opens it, and mildly gasped when he saw all your old stuff jumbled up in there. He picks up the back and goes straight back to the living room and stands in front of you.

“Haji, what are you doing you’re blocking the TV” you complaining trying to see what’s happening behind him.

He drops the black bag infront of you and you internally curse yourself for not moving. You stare at him waiting for him to say something.

“Well whats this then.” he says looking down at you, almost like a disapproving dad.

“Clothes.” you say smartly, knowing what he was asking.

“You know what I meant Y/N, why are all your clothes in a garbage bag.”  

“Because I wanted to put them there,” you wanted to seem as nochalant about it as possible as if putting all your clothes in a garbage bag doesn’t make you feel sad.

“Yeah but why?” he says sitting down next to you.

“Just because I wanted to” you reiterate “what else do you want me to say?”

“Well this isn’t like you, its just a bit random Y/N” he says

“I know this isnt like me you” you spat, standing up “Isn’t this what you wanted anyways.” You head to your bedroom picking up the bag with you, with Iwa hot on your heels.

“What do you mean this is what I wanted?” he says in disbelief “When did I ever say that?”

“It doesn’t matter” you mumble, you start to aggressively take our your old clothes and shove them back into your wardrobe whilst Iwa is just talking. You’re not really listening to him your just putting the clothes back.

“Y/N Stop!” he yells kind of knocking you out of your ‘trance,’ “what is going on with you?” he grabs you hands and pulls them down stopping you from what you were doing and he winced at seeing your tear stricken face.

He gently pulls you into his arms sitting you both on your bed, waiting for you to speak. “I don’t know what you want from me Iwa..” you start your voice slightly breaking “it’s just I did this all for you and you don’t even appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you mean Y/N?” he says sounding genuinely confused.

“Y/N is simple and basic.” you say repeating words that you heard your boyfriend say about you, you feel him tense as you say it and you slowly get out of his hug.

“Y/N I-”

“That really hurt Hajime, I know now that I'm not your ‘type’ but I-”

“No Y/N, you are my type of course you are!” he says gulping in nervousness “I love you, and your style. I’ve always being enamored by how you dress and present yourself and I don’t know why I even said you’re basic and simple I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Really?” you say sniffling looking down

“Yes really you idiot,” he says lifting your head up “To be fair I don’t care what you wear, since you look great in anthing I just want you to be happy Y/N and especially not dress for anyone including me. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agree slightly nodding your head.

“Good, so can we go and finish the crown and then burn all these clothes?” Iwa jokes as he stands up.

“Burn them!” you exclaim “These cost £200, you muppet.”

“£200! Gosh Y/N, next time you go shopping im definitely coming with you.” he says shaking his head “can’t have you blowing out your bank account for clothes you don’t even like that much.”

You spend the rest of the day finishing of The Crown and you and Iwa eventually both sort out your wardrobe. Your style and aethetic changes a lot more through the times you were together and Iwa was very supportive and helpful of every single change. Especially *insert your favourite dress aesthetic here.*

Matsukawa

You were walking with your friends; Iwa, Tooru, Maki and your boyfriend Matsun. Walking to school as you did every morning, today the topic of conversation was Tooru’s bad taste in women.

“Gosh yesterday was horrible, she didn’t want to talk to me at all,” he complained “all she wanted to do was to come straight to my place, I didn’t even have the chance to tell her my hair routine.”

“That’s why you don’t find dates off of Tinder shittykawa” grunted Iwaizumi

“Well I know that now!” he exclaimed.

“Y/N,” said Makki grasping your attention “Would you ever use Tinder?”

“Well I-”

“Of course she wouldn’t” your boyfriend interrupted wrapping his arm round your shoulder “she’s got me”

“Yeah, but if you two weren’t together, would you use it.”

“Well may-”  

“Y/N definitely wouldn’t” he said interrupting you AGAIN “she’s way to frigid for that shit”

Frigid? You thought to yourself, ouch. Their was a quick awkward silence and all you could hear was Matsukawa laughing with the others laughing after awkwardly in pursuit. After sensing your uncomfortability (is that a word?) Oikawa decides to change the subject to make things less awkward,

“I need a woman who understands me!” he rants “One that can listen to me and appreciate my awesome hair.”

“Goodluck with that Shittykawa.”  

Oikawa rambles on as you walk to school with the other guys chiming in. You on the other hand, were lost in thought. Your sex life wasn’t something you would want to publicly talk about let alone to you and your boyfriends' male friends. Also, with Matsun describing you as ‘frigid’ struck a nerve. You weren’t frigid, well at least to you, you weren’t.  

When you got to school you immediately rushed straight to your lesson claiming that you teacher really needed to talk to you. Which was odd to Matsukawa as you usually all hung around each other until the bell rang, the other boys gave each other knowing looks all assuming the reasons for your odd behaviour.

At lunch time, you stayed in your class instead of going up to the roof where you and your friends usually end up. In the class room you hear one of the girls in your class, Empress having one of her usual gossip conversations with her group of friends.

“Hajime is so hot!” she said, fanning her face being dramatic  

“Of course he is! You should totally go for him.” her friend said and the rest of the friends agreed.

“What do you think Y/N?” she says to you catching your attention “you’re close friends with him right?”

“Yeah, I am” you say a bit sadly “You should definitely go for him, I think you’d be perfect together.”

“Okay! I think I might later” she says smiling. Her and friends leave, but then Empress returns and walks straight to you.

“Are you alright doll?” she asks softly smiling

“I guess so..” you say hesitantly “It’s just something my boyfriend said to me this morning.”

“Matsun?” she asks and you nod in reply “What did he say?”

After you rehash the situation from this morning Empress scowls in annoyance, “Boys can be such pigs sometimes, such a dick thing to say.”

“I know right!” you respond “Even if I was frigid, which im totally not it’s not even a bad thing nor is it something to reveal to people in public in a ‘jokey’ way.”

“Yeah!” she agrees “I think you should go and give him a piece of your mind.”

“I mean...” your voice falters, when it comes to Matsun you’ve never really given him a ‘piece of your mind,’ even when he makes jokes that you’re not so fond of.

“Come on!” she encourages “I’ll come with you and cheer you on.”

“You just want to come to see Iwa Empress” you say pointedly “But fine let’s go.”

You both power walk to the roof where you see the four seijoh boys sitting down and eating. “Oh hi Y/N/-chan and look Iwa its Emp-chan... isn’t that a surprise!” Iwa blushes and the rest of the guys laugh.

You walk straight up to Matsun and stand right infront of him. “Matsukawa I need to talk to you,” you say folding your arms. “Why whats up babe?” he says, still sitting down with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Alone.” you say turning around walking to a secluded spot. Behind you, you hear Matsun get up and the rest of the boys saying “oooh Matsukawa your in trouble” as they laugh.

“What’s wrong with you today Y/N?” he asks slightly accusatorily.  

“I didn’t appreciate the comment you made today on the way to school,” you say with your arms folded.

“Oh that little comment about you being frigid, come on it was just a joke I wasn’t being serious.” he says lightly laughing but he stops once he sees the glare you give him ”you knew it was a joke right?”

“Matsun, some are your jokes just aren’t funny,” you say “especially when they're about me and our sex life in front of our friends too.”

“Y/N I didn’t mea-”

“You just come off as a huge dick sometimes, and I can’t do this anymore if you keep on making these comments anymore I don’t think I can do this.”

“Woah Y/N, are you threatening to break up with me?” he asks “Over a few little comments?”

“These aren’t a few little comments, sometimes what you say is just unnecessary and rude.”

“Okay well...”

“Well...” you repeat staring at him waiting for to apologise or atleast say something, “fuck you Matsukawa.”

You storm away and walk bout to the group saying “Empress lets go.” She jumps of Iwa’s lap and waves by to them following you back down to the school. You walk into the bathroom and just start to cry, “Y/N whats wrong?” Empress says pulling you into a hug  

“H-He doesn’t care,” you cry “He pretty much excused his stupid comments, passing them off as little ‘jokes,’ that didn’t apparently mean anything.”

“Oh dear,” Empress says consoling you “he’s not worth your time right now.”

“B-but but I love him.” you wail fat tears streaming down your face.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” she says letting go of the hug “so what do you wanna do about him?”

“I don’t know,” you say “I don’t want to break up with him or anything, but is there a point in staying if he’s just going to make these comments again.”

“I don’t know Y/N, but whatever you wanna do I’ll support. Wether it’s keying his car or reading shitty fanfiction and crying.” Empress says making you laugh.

The final bell rings and now it's time to go home, of course you don’t walk with the guys so you just enjoy your own company walking home.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you hear from behind you and of course the only person it can be is Matsukawa.

“What do you want?” you mumbled  

“I..I want too” he says heaving out of breath from the running he had to do “I want to apologise. I need do.”

“Okay...” you respond

“Im sorry, Im so so sorry,” he says “those jokes and comments were stupid and I agree I can be a dick sometimes. Well a lot of the time, but I never wanted to be a dick to you.”

“Well you were.”

“I know I was, and I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse what I said and what I have said before I just hope I can make it up to you.”

“Okay then.”

“So are we not broken up?”

“No we’re not broken up, but it’ll take a lot of making up to do for me to fully forgive you.”

“Great! And I'll spend every day to get you to forgive me.”

Which he did, he spent every day showering you with love and affection. He was way better than he was before, you even went on double dates with Oikawa and his flavour of the week and triple dates with Iwa and his girlfriend. Matsukawa, although he still made jokes, he never targeted them and centered them around you in an insulting way.

AN: I didn’t really like the matsukawa one since i couldn’t really write for him properyl sooo sorry bout that one kids.