#lemme at him pleaseeeeee

[peachywontyell]

why doesn't anyone here wanna fuck senshi, what is wrong with you all. handsome, kind, can cook- like hellooooo?????

[dgaftilwedie]

hoffman looks so fucking sexy when he's doing his job... yes, detective of 20 years, speak your police shit!!!!! just lemme suck ur dick!!!!!!!!!!

[margochoco]

OMG BBG SWEETIE PIE HE LOOKS ADORABLE PLEASE I WANNA HUG HIM AAAAAAAAAA-

Found this old sketch of Sun I don't remember why I drew.

I thought the expresions looked good, so I wanted to show it

[tonixe]

Charade...

a/n: Omg, like guys I'm lowkey obsessed with Coriolanus Snow, like obsessed, but I can't like to stop, like I'm literally going crazy for this white boy like lemme just love you like pleaseeeeee. Also, I got heavily influenced to write this after watching the charade movie, this fic will have lyrics connected to it, so you can listen to it or not, the choice is yours. The song I used is Charade by Henry Mancini.

warning: angst, mentions of some sort of cheating, reader being used, yelling. proofread (?) maybe, idk.

pairing: Coriolanus Snow x reader

word counter: 1.6k

When we played our charade...

You stood there fitting on your dress, one of the maids tightening up your corset on the back of your dress. You were going to attend an event, being seen by the public of the people of Panem. Well, being the first lady of Panem, organizing, and attending thousands of events in your husband's honor. Your role was to keep a smile, even when it was a good time for you or your country. You served the public and served your husband, looking inside yourself into the mirror in front, as the maid finished fighting your dress up. It was a red, burgundy dress that he personally picked for you, to match your husband's suit.

We were like children posing...

You weren't originally supposed to be in the position, you weren't even supposed to be married to him. You only know if when you were kids, him and his cousin, Tigris. You were familiar, knowing her more than you knew him. But time came to pass by, and you managed to know more about him, his likes, and dislikes, he was always around his grandmother when he stopped by you. It was always a vivid memory for you, playing seek with the younger version of himself and running around the park, you really missed him, but now it didn't feel like him at all.

Playing games..acting out names..guessing the parts we played...

Placing your hand near where your heart lay, staring at the mirror hoping it would break. It was a small world, you both went to the same academy, where you met him again after a little time apart, you still sent letters to him though, hoping he read every last word you marked on the page. You manage to reunite there, spending your time with him, talking, walking to classes, and doing everything together.

Oh, what a hit we made...

You felt your heart pumping when you were near him, his nice demeanor making you feel safe. He was your everything, you didn't think he thought the same but you still kept the feelings to yourself. Remember sitting in the library after hours, studying next to him, feeling yourself getting drowsy, almost falling down on your open textbook. "Are you tired?" You turned to him, he didn't look at you, his eyes looking at the textbook. Your cheeks flushed, before he turned to you. You felt your palm getting sweaty, and the pace of your heart increasing, "No" You lied, turning back to your book, "I know when you lie, Y/N" He tapped his shoulder, your eyes widening, "You sure?" You asked. He nodded. You placed your head on his shoulder trying not to make him uncomfortable or distracted. Smiling to yourself, before closing your eyes, you swore to yourself that you saw a little smile on his solemn face.

We came on next to closing...

You were really satisfied when you were with him, a smile never leaving your face. Spending time with him whenever you can, and he loved it too. A smile is always on his face when he sees you in the hallway, running towards him.

Best on the bill..lovers until...

He was familiar with your family. Your mom liked him. Your father respected him. You were happy, but happier when he confessed his feelings to you, your cheeks felt hot. Everything felt like a dream to you, this was what you wanted. His hands were on your face gently, as he pulled you into a kiss, you closed your kiss, loving every minute of it. You felt on top of the world, and your crush liked you back, isn't that what you wanted the whole time.

Love left the masquerade...

Everything took a sharp turn when reaping day came, he was in the top 24th of the best students in the academy, pairing in the Hunger Games as a mentor. You were happy for him, hugging him and giving him kisses. Him, laying down on your lap, as you played with his hair, as he voiced his wants to you. You listened to him, enjoying his ribboning voice to your ears, kissing him on his forehead.

Fate seemed to pull the strings...

Until you saw Lucy Gray, on the holographic screen. You never saw her as an opponent, she actually made you curious, about her voice and how she represented herself. She was from District 12, with a voice only found in the country of Panem, and a nice one too. Your eyes seemed to tune on to the TV screen, watching her. She was going to be the ticket for Coriolanus to win, hoping in your heart that she would win the hungry games. Though she physically didn't suit the standards of a fighter. You gave out prayers at night for her to stay alive for Coriolanus.

I turned and you were gone...

Time... when you Coriolanus would hang out was shortening. His time is consumed by the Hunger Games. Most of his time, his thoughts, and mind went to her. You understood why he couldn't talk to as often as you wanted, but a small part of your heart panged from the thought. Many thoughts rushed through your head, thinking that Lucy Gray would replace you as a seal upon his heart, you tried to wash them out, but couldn't. It was irrational to think that of your boyfriend, you wished you didn't believe too.

While from the darkened wing...

You tried to voice your thoughts to him but were met with a quiet stare. Your face was worried, and your heart was slowly crumbling. "Coriolanus, wait..please!' You exclaimed you cried out, but he kept on walking down the halls, before he turned to you, "Y/N, how can I..pay attention to the games, if you distracting me" That was the first time he raised his voice at him, your eyes widen, you felt your eyes getting glossy. It was the first time he ever raised his voice at you, "C-coryo, I'm just worried, please" You begged, he was getting irritated by you, "I just don't want to lose you" Your voice died out, your chest heaving, tears leaking onto your cheeks. Hearing his footsteps coming closer to you, his hands on your cheeks, "There is nothing going on with me and Lucy Gray, alright" He looked at you in the eyes, and your stomach dropped. Before he released it and walked down to the halls where the games were going to resume.

The music box played on...

Your heart beating in your chest, as you collapsed to the floor, Wanting to tear up but couldn't feel anything to let out. Your heart pumps a sad symphony as you place your hand on top of your chest, holding yourself close.

Sad little serenade...

You watched on your TV, your siblings, and your parents peering into the television. As you walked to the parlor room, looked at the television, looking at Lucy Gray being the last one alive in the games. Your heart jumped, feeling elated for Coriolanus and his victory being secured. You wanted to run to him, hug him, give him kisses on his cheeks, but the pang still ringing in your heart. Knowing that the seal of his love was won by another person, though it wasn't official, you still felt it.

Song of my heart's composing...

You went to the academy, going to your classes. You wanted to see Coriolanus, and hug him after his victory, waiting what felt like hours for you to go and run to him. Entering into the classroom and sitting down, looking to the side where Coriolanus was supposed to sit. It was weird, your dear Coryo. Would never missed any days of the academy anything, he always put his education first. You turned to your left, seeing Clemensia. Wasn't he his partner in class, "Um, excuse me. Have you seen Coriolanus" You asked, hoping for answers for yourself. She shook her head... wasn't it strange. The day after his win, he was magically gone. You needed answers...

I hear it still, and I always will...

The news hit you like a truck, Coriolanus volunteering his time in the military. it was odd, his goal, or dreams better to say, was graduating, and then going to a university, it didn't make sense at all why, he would go that route. He wouldn't do anything, he didn't tell you, right.

Best on the Bill...

You wrote letters, though time did pass

you still wrote letters to him, though you didn't send them, not knowing his direct location, but you hoped he was still alive, safe, and sound. Sending some prayers for him to come back, every day and night. Though you didn't give him a proper goodbye, you still felt you were entitled to do it.

A total of three years passed, you counted them. 365 days every year, waiting for him to come, maybe for you. But you just wanted to see him again.

Charade...

You heard a knock on your door and opened the door to see a matured Coriolanus at your door. Your heart dropped. It didn't feel real to you at all. You wanted to cry and hug him, but you kept yourself composed, looking him in the eyes, he didn't say anything. He offered you a dehorned, red rose. His appearance changed, his blond curls shortened, he was wearing a red suit and his face was stern, less gentle than you remembered. You took it, placing it in your heart, "I missed you" You whispered, feeling tears rolling down your cheeks.

But now, you are in his mess. Going out into the hall, as he waited for you, putting your hands around his, he turned to you, whispering into your ear, "You look beautiful" As you both walked into the awaiting people, waiting to see yours and his appearance.

Hearing the symphony die out, as you reached the shining light of the chandelier above.

[cryingpariah]

Jackie: Emperor Buggy! I have some documents I've been legally contracted to give you-

Buggy: Can’t talk, late for a meeting, hold him for a bit pleaseeeeee?

Jackie: *confused* I mean sure but hold who—

Buggy: *shoves something into her hands* you’re a lifesaver kid! He’s already been fed, changed and had his nap so he won’t be any trouble at all ok gotta go bye!

Jackie: He? *looks down*

Nemo: 0🔴0

Jackie: And here I thought there were only 7 Seraphims. And so young, you poor thing, the World Government really will stoop to any level.

Nemo: *angry baby babbles of agreement*

Jackie: *sitting down and shifting Nemo to her lap* Well! Our time together is gonna be limited so let’s have so fun while we can!

Nemo: Dhnkvjurooj!

….

Crocodile: Well that was everything, meeting adjourned.

Buggy: Lemme go grab the boys for snack time! The most important meal of he day!

Mihawk: Patently not true, you speak of breakfast.

Buggy: tomato to-mah-to Hawky baby! Lemme go relieve the babysitter from Nemo duty.

Crocodile: Haven’t heard anything much for the last two hours, Galdino must be into arts and crafts.

Buggy: *sweating* haha YEAH! Well you know that Galdino!! He’s sooooooo artsy and craftsy!

Crocodile and Mihawk: *share a glance before directing their stares to Buggy* Clown who is watching our baby?

Buggy: Cmon! You know the in-sync thing freaks me out! I might have given him to Jackie! Yknow delivery girl who works for Morgans?

Mihawk: *visibly more relaxed* Why not say that to begin with?

Buggy: *fearfully pointing at Crocodile* be cau se of h im

Crocodile: 😡😡😡

Mihawk: My, I didn’t realize you hold such contempt for the little courier

Crocodile: Not just her, all her kind. Journalist are snivelling gossips and busybodies with nothing better to do than stick their noses into the lives of actually interesting people. And you left our child with her?! I cannot even begin to imagine the horrible things she’s telling him!

…

Jackie: So the cows goes Moo and the chicken goes click and the pig says on by order of the world government you’re under arrest!

Nemo: *happily cooing and following along*

…

Crocodile: And if she’s with Nemo than the boys are probably with her too. She’s probably been weeding our secrets out of them this whole time!

….

Gabriel: *braiding some of Jackie's hair* So you’ve never seen him as not a bird?

Jackie: Been there nearly ten years and not even once!

Gabriel: Woah…he must be really dedicated to being an Albatross! It must be really fun!

Gryphon: *flipping through the WEJ employee handbook* There are so many rules in this thing, do you really follow all of them?

Jackie: Hah! Not even close.

Gryphon: 🌕O🌕 Aren’t you worried that you might get fired??

Jackie: nah I do the work of like, 7 people and 12 birds, that old feathered fellow couldn’t fired me if he wanted to.

…

Buggy: Croccy, don’t you think you’re blowing this just a teensy tiny bit out of proportion? This is Jackie we're talking about, if ya ask she won’t tell a soul!

Crocodile: Which is exactly my issue! What does she gain from actively hiding information like that? She isn’t even being paid hush money! That isn’t a little suspicious to you two?!

Buggy: Because she's nice! She’s just a nice kid! Hawky back me up- wait where did he go?!

*They both run out to see Mihawk holding Nemo and chatting with the boys*

Crocodile: *looking around furiously* Where is she?!

Mihawk: Gone, she said something about having more deliveries to run.

Gabriel: Jackie's really cool! She told us all her cool travels stories and she gave Nemo a News Coo plush! It’s the prototype too so that makes extra special!

Nemo: *gnawing on plush happily*

Gryphon: She said she’d bring us cool prototype stuff next time! Can she come back again soon?

Crocodile: *gently takes seabird plush from Nemo* Not before we check this for wires she can’t.

[achillean-yearning]

gods above and below and wherever else! i NEED to hold him. to cradle him in my arms softly. to squeeze him. to… just… GRAB! lemme hold him pleaseeeeee

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

I wanna kiss my boyfriend. Lemme kiss him pleaseeeeee :(((

[thundersoothers]

At Lowe’s where’s my handsome man giving me unsolicited advice???? Lemme meet my husband here PLEASEEEEEE where’d Price when I need him baby what drill should I get

[divorcetual]

Knives was the one who liked westerns right? imagine how betrayed he felt learning his brother was the big fancy cowboy outlaw and not him. Knives on his hands and knees sayimg vashhhhh vash I wanna be the cowboy vash lemme be the cowboyyyy. vash pleaseeeeee. please. please. vash.

[villain-connoisseur]

🌀 and ☔️ for the ask game pleaseeeeee

gawrsh

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven’t written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing…

for sidelines, my upcoming blue lock fanfiction with a karasu x oc pairing Karasu Tabito and Tsukino Erina trace the edges of each other’s worlds-he, a calculating tactician on soccer field, she, a poised dancer sculpting art through perfection. Lingering on the sidelines, unsure of their first steps, they are caught in a delicate balance where ambition collides with connection, both yearning for more yet bound by the weight of their separate dreams.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you’d like to just explain and share because you’re not sure you’ll ever write it? If so, what is it?

that's a good question. i'm always hopping between whatever my muse is stuck on. *checks WIPS* lemme choose a random one. W I S H is a WIND BREAKER fanfiction with a suo x oc endgame pairing but it doesn't start off with that. my oc's name is shinohara serisa and she was in the the same orphanage as tachibana and umemiya. she clung to tachibana the most and umemiya would always stick up for serisa whenever she got into trouble, which was quite often. while he saw her as a little sister, whom he thought he could always look after, she never saw him as a brother and instead he was her first love. she eventually gets adopted by her foster family and exchanges letters with tachibana and umemiya up until she decides to return to makochi for high school. this is where suo comes in because when serisa returns, she's hounded by delinquents as she is looking for cafe pothos and she sees suo (who is waiting for sakura and nirei) nearby and begs him to pretend to be her boyfriend to chase off the delinquents and he ends up flat out turning her down because childish games were beneath him. thus begins their complex relationship because serisa just hates him hahaha...for now. serisa does have a complicated relationship with umemiya who is doing his utmost to assert that he just sees her as a sister, but maybe...just maybe...there are moments where his actions say otherwise? umemiya is a very interesting character because he really does want to keep that family dynamic going (evident with his relationship with tachibana), but serisa very persistent and she thinks he's hiding behind that because he doesn't want to destroy what he has with her. we shall see how it plays out because i did brainstorm some moments where serisa does want to overstep the boundaries to show umemiya that she has never seen him as a brother, but now as a young man. who knows...do he reciprocate? mwuahahaha

[ardef38]

I'm SO fucking down bad for him 😩😭 lemme suck his cock on stage pleaseeeeee I'm so ready to take him at any goddamn second 🥴 I swear I haven't stopped throbbing since I first seen pics of his piercing 🫠 give him to me fucking PLEASE

HYUNJIN. hyunjin. HYUNJINNNNNNNN

[3mcwriting]

Any Fan's Dream, Part 9

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

Taglist: @secretly-sirens, @zeeader, @imdoingathingmom, @x-theolivia, @ainsley-official, @huntress-artemiss, @hoohoohope, @ourgoddessathena, @wiintaersoldier

Sorry if I missed anyone, please just message me again and I'll add you.

"Pleaseeeeee, c'mon, Mr. Stank. Lemme goooooooooooooo," you pleaded.

It was a couple of days after you had returned to your internship, and Tony had just informed you that you didn't have to come in the next day because he was going to leave tomorrow for the signing of the Accords.

You knew about the bombing that ended up killing king T'Chaka, and how it really set off a whole shitstorm, which wasn't something you could just warn about, because that would prompt far too many questions. You still weren't sure how exactly you would keep the Avengers together, but you needed to be there. Besides, you had an Iron Man suit, you had training(which was still painful, given it's only been like 2 weeks, but you knew technique and you wished you had more time but fucking Zemo couldn't wait a little while longer to get violent), and you had the ultimate power of being a giant Marvel nerd. Given all of that, you needed to go with Tony to the signing, you needed to change the timeline.

Which led to the current situation, you imploring him to bring you along.

Tony's eye twitched. "Stop the asking, you're not going."

And Tony refusing your requests. 

"But-" you scrambled for a good reason, "-I'm your intern. I need some real world experience. So I should go with you." Your hands were clasped together tightly, grasp firm. 

He snorted. "Kid, you fly around in an Iron Man suit, I don't think you need anymore 'real world experience'."

"And I am and always will be grateful for that-" you declared honestly, "-I just think that I should go with you."

Tony looked at you. It was not lost on him how much you wanted to go(especially since you had pleaded with him for almost an hour), and unfortunately for him, he had a soft spot for you. He cursed under his breath. Sighing, he said, "I guess you can come."

Your eyes lit up, hands releasing each other and forming fists which you pumped excitedly. Your grin was filled with excitement and relief, expression almost glowing. 

"You are so amazing, Mr. Stank!" Your arms wrapped around him in a quick hug before you darted off, calling out over your shoulder. "I'll go pack right now! See you tomorrow!"

Tony shook his head, watching you leave with a fond smile on his face and a chuckle escaping his lips. "You are something else, kid."

~~

You looked around, taking in the abundance of clothing surrounding you. There were long sleeves, t-shirts, workout clothes, and far too much more. You had one suitcase, and you were trying to figure out what was essential and what you could leave behind. 

It had taken a good two hours of begging and reasoning to get your parents to agree, but eventually, you managed to gain their grudging permission. You had to guilt them slightly to get them to agree, which made you feel bad, but desperate times. 

You wondered how Loki was doing, wondering if you would ever see him again. And you quietly hoped that Thor was ok. But you knew the likeliness. Especially because you knew that Ragnarok happens around the same time as Civil War. Your heart hurt for the hardship they would both go through.

Your phone rang from somewhere beneath the pajama pile, shaking you out of your thoughts and making you scramble through it until you found the device.

"Hey, Pete," you said, holding the phone to your ear while you folded the pajamas.

"Hi, (n/n), whatchu doing?" 

You hummed. "Folding my clothes."

"Oh, chores?"

"Nope." A smile began to grow on your face, "I'm going to Vienna!"

"Really? That's so cool!" Peter exclaimed. "Do you need any help packing?"

You really didn't.

But...

Peter Parker was offering to help you pack.

"If you're not busy-" you responded, "-then I'd love some help, honeybun."

"I'll be right over."

And just like he said, he was there quickly. The two of you worked to pack up all the clothes, finishing relatively fast. Peter was pretty terrible at folding clothes, but he tried so hard and you didn't have the heart to tell him. Especially with how proud he looked after doing it. It's not like you cared that much anyway, so you just shoved it all into the suitcase and high-fived Peter for the completion of the task. 

Once all that was finished, the two of you sat on the floor, talking to each other. You explained to him why you were going to Vienna, and he was smiling the whole time because you were ok. 

You cherished it, and only after he left did it occur to you.

If things went wrong, and you weren't able to stop the fight...you might not see Peter ever again. 

That thought forced you out of your apartment and running in the direction he had gone in. Luckily, he had only just exited the apartment complex. When you caught him, you had a quick glimpse of the expression of surprise on his face before you threw your arms around him. You held him tightly, savoring the feeling of comfort. His arms wound around you instinctually, and you only squeezed him tighter, whispering a quiet "goodbye" while you held him. 

You held him with the knowledge that you might never see him again, thoughts in a whirlwind. 

What if you couldn't keep the Avengers together? What if you failed everybody and changed nothing? What if you died when Thanos came? What if-

"Why are you saying goodbye, (n/n)?" Peter asked, voice soft.

Shit. Enhanced senses. 

You facepalmed mentally, berating yourself for not remembering. 

"I'm just not sure when we're leaving tomorrow," you said. You couldn't specify anything because if you lied, he would be able to tell from your heartbeat. Super-hearing and all that.

"So you wanted to say goodbye right now," Peter finished. "Well, whatever time you leave, could you let me know? If you're too busy I get it."

You separated from the hug(reluctantly), and nodded. "Of course, honeybun."

Peter looked at you. The way your eyes shone beneath the lights of the city, the way you held yourself. Your smile soft, almost sad. But, no. That was the wrong word. It was gentle, and it was happy, but it was also sorrowful.

It was....bittersweet.

That was the word. It was bittersweet and melancholic like you knew something but you couldn't tell him and you were just savoring the time you had left.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of such ridiculous thoughts. 

But the thoughts lingered, and he wrapped his arms back around you because you were there. There was nothing wrong, you were fine, and he was fine, everything was fine. 

But, was it really...?

And he tried to ignore that voice because, yes, everything was fine. Everything had to be fine.

Even still, he held you tightly, afraid of what might happen if he let go.

~~

"First time in a private jet?" Natasha asked with a quirk of her eyebrows. The two of you were seated beside each other on a comfy sofa in Tony's jet, the man himself busy in the cockpit with something. 

You nodded, knees bouncing with nerves. "It's really cool."

Her eyes softened as she took you in, the tense posture, crease between your eyebrows from furrowing them. "No need to be so tense," she tried to sooth you.

"Yeah, it's not like the Avengers might break up or something," your sarcasm apparent. You winced at your own tone. "Sorry."

Her smile was small, and you were positive it wasn't sincere. Not because she was bad at hiding her feelings, of course not, she was the Black Widow, she was quite literally an expert at hiding her feelings. But you knew how much she cared about all of them, they were her family.

"Do we know is she had family?" Tony's voice hushed. 

Steve nodded, head down while he responded. "Yeah, us."

You squeezed your eyes shut, nopenopenope, we're not thinking about that. That isn't going to happen. I'm going to change it. I have to.

A hand squeezed your shoulder gently, a comforting gesture that made you open your eyes to meet green ones. 

"You don't need to apologize, your reaction is perfectly reasonable." She looked away, "I mean- this situation has been rough on everybody. It really...sucks. I hate this," she admitted, her voice uncharacteristically void of confidence. It was something you admired about her, her confidence and how she held her head high, unapologetic for her strength(as she should be) and unwilling to back down to anything. 

But for all her strength, there were weaknesses(just as there was with everybody). And her family being torn apart was a big weakness, especially for someone who had made it her business to hide behind as many masks as possible in order to protect her. Someone who had only survived by not caring for anyone or anything. 

You hesitated, unsure how to comfort her. "You're really strong. I just- I mean, you're just trying to keep the team together. It takes a lot of strength to try to hold stuff together when everything is trying to pull it apart."

That statement went for her efforts to keep the Avengers together, as well as maintaining a strong front when such a concerning situation was happening. 

"You are, too." Natasha said, a small smile on her face that you hoped was sincere. You didn't want her to feel like she had to hold up a façade for you, you wanted her to let it out. To tell you just how stressed she was. So that you could give her the comfort that her character had given you for years.

Natasha wrapped you in a hug, turning to face you on the couch. It was a quick embrace, one that you returned entirely, a complete hoe for hugs by any of your favorite heroes. 

You were gonna get spoiled by all the hugs they've been giving you.

Tony exited the cockpit to find the two of you playing Uno, smiling as he saw how happy you were.

He cleared his throat, garnering your attention. "I can't believe the two of you started playing Uno without me."

And that's how the next couple of hours went, the three of you playing card games and eating the snacks Tony had stocked the jet with. You got the feeling that they were doing it to distract you, given they had seen how much you opposed the Accords. What you didn't know, was that those hours of careless fun was just what the other two needed, both having inhibitions about the coming situation that kept them tense.

When the jet landed, you exited with Natasha, Tony going back into the cockpit.

You looked around, Natasha noticing your searching gaze. "We're not in Vienna, we're in London."

"Oh," you said, "why?" 

Almost immediately after you asked, you realized why. In the movie, Natasha goes to Peggy's funeral, comforting Steve after the devastating loss. 

"Steve lost someone recently," Natasha answered, "you might want to stay here, he won't be in the greatest mindset."

"Nope." You shook your head resolutely. "Aren't friends supposed to help each other?"

Natasha took you in, your determined stance. The guilt behind your eyes, for what? She didn't know, but she wasn't going to stop you from being a good friend.

"Alright, we should go then."

~~

The two of you stood in the back of the cathedral, respectfully silent as the service ended. You looked around, taking in the gorgeous building, reflecting on how much the beauty could deceive observers about the mourning going on within. 

The two of you didn't approach Steve until the last of the mourners left, leaving Steve standing alone in the empty cathedral. He was looking down, but he lifted his head as the two of you drew nearer to him.

"When I came out of the ice, I thought everyone I had known was gone. Then I found out that she was alive. I was just lucky to have her."

Your heart twinged, a pang of grief striking you with his words. 

"She had you back, too." Natasha said.

You nodded. "You gave her closure, Steve."

He looked between the two of you, eyes soft and gaze broken.

"Who else signed?" Steve prompted.

You bowed your head, as if his losing Peggy wasn't horrible enough, he was about to lose half his family too.

Natasha answered the question, "Tony. Rhodey. Vision." 

"Clint?"

Natasha's smile was faint. "Says he's retired."

"Wanda?"

"TBD. I'm off to Vienna for the signing of the Accords. There's plenty of room on the jet." Natasha offered, giving him one last chance.

You just stared at your feet, unsure of what to do. You didn't exactly have an abundance of people you were close to in your previous world, so you really had no clue about people interactions and you normally just winged it, but with a situation this tense, you were lost and you didn't want to hurt Steve. 

Steve sighed at Nat's offer, bowing his head.

"Just because it's the path of least resistance doesn't mean it's the wrong path." Natasha said, the way she said it gave you the idea that she was trying to convince herself just as much as she was trying to convince Steve. "Staying together is more important than how we stay together."

"What are we giving up to do it?" Natasha sighed at his words, Steve shook his head. "I'm sorry, Nat. I can't sign it."

"I know." Natasha said, you saying the same two words in your head. 

"Then why are the two of you here?" Steve asked.

"We didn't want you to be alone."

~~

Natasha had gone to the bathroom, leaving you with Steve. Steve wouldn't look at you, guilt and grief keeping him from facing you, the woman who had been there for him since she met him.

You looked at the mourning man, gaze sweeping over his form. "I-" you stopped as Steve's piercing eyes raised to meet yours. You were painfully out of your depth, hesitant and unsure about what to say and how to act.

Swallowing, you continued, "I'm- I, I just think that today the whole world should mourn, because one of the greatest, strongest, people on this planet is gone, and she left a tremendous mark on so many people."

 Some of those people weren't even in her universe and she managed to inspire them. You were, by no means, the only woman from your world to find solace and strength in the wonderful woman.

"She was...amazing." You meant every word you were saying. "The kind of person people aspire to be."

Your voice lowered, speaking at barely a murmur. "The kind of person I aspire to be."

[takenbyheartstrings]

Nathan jealous pleaseeeeee, i bet he would be so territorial 🥵

AROUND MY WAIST.

pairing: nathan drake x fem!reader

warnings: jealously, fluff, alludes to sex, a bit corny tbh sorry KNDSKFJS

word count: 1.2k

Nathan's bar was packed. You usually came to pick him up from a late shift, but his manager decided to keep him back to help out with the rush of the night. It was already twelve am and the sound of the club was booming in your ears. Nathan bartended at two different bars and this one was the more exciting of the two.

You weren't lying if you said you'd had a few drinks curtsey of your boyfriend - you watched him work. Completely in awe of the way he looked. The way his uniform sits on his body, how his sleeves are pulled up and his muscles pop as he moves the bottle. As he does tricks with the alcohol, impressing all the patrons in front of him.

Nathan's eyes met yours over the course of the night, giving you apologetic eyes as a way to continue saying sorry for keeping you here. Even though you declined going home.

The taste of Whiskey was layered thick on your tongue, as you stood up, your feet tingling with the music and your fingers tapping on the beat.

Nathan watches you stand up as you move toward the dance floor. He's almost forgotten about the customers in front of him. You're not wearing anything club like. Actually in a pair of combat pants and a tank top. You wear the necklace his brother gave him, next to the engagement ring he also gave to you not too long ago on a mission.

Your fingers are nimble as you pick the lock of a door, it leads to a security room and Nathan stands behind you anxious.

"You almost done, sweetheart?" Nathan questions in a whisper.

The two of you are in the desert and this is high-stakes. It's scary, but the two of you are ready for anything. Nathan's pistol sits in his hand, and your assault sits on your back. Your lock pick is trying to get in there, but it's harder than you thought. The lock is quite rusted, but it's been used recently. You're tracking down an Ancient Egyptian ushabti and your fourth clue has lead you here.

"Nate, baby, don't rush me." You say, sweat rolling down your forehead as your black tank top sticks to your skin and your combat pants aren't far off either.

He chuckles as his hands slide around yours, "I know I'm supposed to keep watch but, lemme help,"

You roll your eyes, letting him guide your fingers as you pick the lock. It comes undone, letting you know that you've got your way inside, "Always taking the spotlight, I see."

Nathan winks at you, sly, "What can I say?"

You shake your glow stick in order to light up the room. You're looking around for a map and you can only figure it's hidden somewhere unseen. The room doesn't have any secret passageways you can see or indicate as of yet, so you're looking around the tables and trying to open chests that are in your eyes view. There are computer monitors on the wall, but nothing's turned on. There's food and guns, so it seems as though you were right about people being here earlier.

"Nate-" You say as you turn around, shining your glow stick toward him and your breath is knocked out of your chest. He's on his knee. He's waiting for your answer, or you're waiting for him to speak. You're not really sure what's going on, "Nate...?"

He smiles, "Baby, sweetheart, the love of my life. This isn't the most ideal time to do this, but I don't think I could've waited any longer. Looking at you, holding you. I've had a tough life, but you just make it so much better. I'm trying to be fast because guys with guns trying to kill us could come in at any moment, but I needed to ask you... will you marry me?"

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, Nate!" you scold, "Yes, I'll marry you, but get up, we've got no time to waste." you move closer with a small smile, "But, again, so you get it, yes, I'll marry you. A thousand times over."

A small kiss to your lips, followed by his brothers necklace and your ring with a diamond on the same string.

"Your brother's necklace?" You ask, tears slightly tickle your eyes, "Nate, I can't take this... I can't, I can't, this- this is yours."

"...and you're mine." he smiles, "and I trust you with my life."

Your body is flowing with the music as Nathan is in awe of you, just as you were earlier. The way the light reflects on your skin, the purple and blue hues of the club lights and the slight flash of strobe that hides you for a moment before bringing you back so Nathan can breathe again. He watches the way you move. The way your arms lift over your head and the way your head falls back, you're completely at peace with the music. Letting it fill everything inside of you. Letting the music be your one and only comfort because Nathan isn't there to move with you.

Then Nathan swears he could almost break a glass. He sees some guy on the edge of the dance floor watching you as he Nathan does. As he watches his fiancé dance, this asshole eyes you in the same way. His eyeballs move down your body, landing on the way your ass moves. His eyes move over your tits, watching how they have a bounce as you dance.

How he's stalking closer towards you, ready to place his hands on your body and start moving with the music with you. Ready to grind his body against yours - he thinks he can do it better than any man on earth. But he can't. He can't do it better than Nathan can.

Nathan's quick to leave the bar. Not caring if anyone should steal the drinks he was making or alcohol straight from the bottle. There was a pit in his stomach, twisting and turning as he watches the man walk closer and closer to you.

... and he beats Nathan.

His hand slides around your waist and you're quick to bounce away, "What're you doing?" You ask, your words are slightly stirred.

"I'm trying to dance with you." The man tells you, moving his hands back to your waist, but not before Nathan slides his hands around you, "Who the hell are you man?"

"Her fiancé." Nathan states, sizing up the man, with you on his arm. But he doesn't budge. Nathan's eyes get darker as the man refuses to move.

"Where's her ring?"

You take note of his question and lift up his necklace that sits around your neck, "It's because I'm an explorer. He doesn't want me to loose it." You speak, burying yourself into Nathan's chest.

His grip on you is tight, and the other guy just scoffs, "Whatever man."

He leaves the two of you alone and you turn to Nate. You're not totally drunk, just a little tipsy. But your head still spins.

"Were you, jealous?"

He shrugs, holding up the guys watch, dodging your question, "How much do you think we could pawn this for?"

Nathan walks back to the bar and you follow him laughing, "Ohmygod! You were jealous!"

Nathan turns to face you, his eyes deepening in colour, "I wasn't jealous." A hand slides around your waist, pulling you closer to him, "But if I was hypothetically, what would you think?"

"I'd think you need to get off shift so we can go home and I can show you there's nothing to be worried about." You lean in and press a kiss to his lips.

-

a/n: this was so LAME i'm sorry :(

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[danniburgh]

hey dani you know how roaches look ugly and innocent AND THEN they start flying!?? lmao how do you think javier would handle a roach inside the house?

PLEASEEEEEE BABY AJDNSNDNSNS i laughed a lot when i read this sbdndbdnd

mkay lemme just say roaches are awful and they're monsters okay yes thanks

Look, he's a man of the 20th century, okay? he's modern but not really

so he wanting to play macho? yeah he does that sometimes, it's in him, he's a protector okay leave him alone

it's late, it's a summer night, it's one of those nights in which you have to open every window in the house bc Jesus Christ it's so HOT

you're in the kitchen getting water to take to the bedroom, Javier is in the bathroom getting ready for bed, he's brushing his teeth when he hears it

"Fuck, FUCK! JAVIER!"

your scream of his name, a screech and glass breaking

his mind: RUN ASSHOLE SHE'S DYING

"WHA?" he still has the toothbrush hanging from his mouth, toothpaste foam around his lips, brows deeply furrowed, he rushes shoeless from the bathroom to the kitchen ready to fight, DEA agent training kicking in

he finds you standing in the entrance of the kitchen, shoulders UP and neck HIDDEN and holding yourself by the arms, he reaches for you bc you're looking at something inside the kitchen with FEAR and CONCERN and he thinks about every possible attack scenario before you say

"there's a roACH there"

"what?"

"Javi there's a roACH thereeee"

he wants to laugh but he sees you so frightened he just raises his eyebrows at you

"okay?"

"KILL IT!!!"

he turns to the kitchen, looks at the floor, there's glass and water around and one large cockroach just standing there

Javier turns back and walks towards the bathroom, saying nothing

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING!" you gasp-scream behind him

he spits the toothpaste foam and grabs a hand towel and walks back

"give me your slipper" he raises his hand, you do it and he walks into the kitchen carefully, he's still shoeless and there's glass all over the place

you're just looking at him and he's actually nervous, you don't know it but he HATES, he DESPISES bugs, any bug, literally anything that crawls, he doesn't accept their existence and hates that he HAS to kill them himself... you're scared? baby he's ANXIOUS

Javier tries to throw the towel on top of it

he fails

it FLIES

YOURE SCREAMING

AND

HES YELLING

what is he even saying? something along the lines of "PUTA MADRE PINCHE CUCARACHO" or similar

look, he can deal with crawling things, yes he hates them

BUT IT FLIES!!!!!!!

"fucking hell, i hate this shit" hes mumbling while he picks up the towel and looks for the roach while covering his head with an arm, he gets a glimpse of you covering your face with your hands

the roach lands on the counter and

SWAT

"close the fucking windows" he says while padding out of the kitchen

you spread your hand over your face and open one eye to him, he's mumbling something in spanish while walking into the bedroom

once he closes the door you look at the mess in the kitchen and start laughing

"STOP THAT!" he yells at you from the room

[harryfeatgaga]

nooo bc harry is such a boy 🤧 when you get pregnant for the first time and he gets to see them grow he’d be obsessed. he’d love feeling how heavy they get and love how sensitive you they are. and if they’re sore he would massage them and kiss them. he really loves how whiny you get when he plays with them 😩 “makin such pretty noises honey. you like when i make you feel good? carryin my baby so i gotta make sure you feel so good baby.” he’d be mumbling while practically motorboating you. and so cheeky, you ask him to take the trash or get you something and he’s like “okay lemme see your boobies 😋” when you’re just chilling around the house he’d always slip his hands up your shirt just to squeeze and rub your nipples. such a boob guy 😋

PLEASEEEEEE OH MY GODDJDHEJSJSKSJ WHAT THE FUCKKKKDSKLSNS IM SOOODNDJSKKS 🥵🥵🥵

[aruuq]

this is gonna be a long post. TOKREV SPOILERS 237

WHY DOES HE LOOK SO HANDSOME HERE. I mean. I know he’s handsome, BUT THIS PANEL. JAIL. ILLEGAL.

NEXT ONE. SCUZE ME. HE HITS MY HEART JUST LIKE PEH TWO CHAPTERS BEFORE. IM NOT FEELING GOOD.

SO PRECIOUS.. ADORABLE. SWEET. LEMME SQUISH SQUISH THESE CHEEKS OF HIM. HE’S AMAZING. AND LOVELY. oh, and here’s Chifuyu too...

NO, BUT HONESTLY. BOTH OF THEM ARE SOOOOO AMAZINGLY CUTE HERE. CHIFUYU LOOKS LIKE A KITTY AND I LIVE FOR THIS

big flashbacks to times where the whole gang dissed mikey about the whole “tokyo manjiro” gang name

he’s still trembling so much plssssss stop baby

the definition of my last three braincells istg

OKAY. WHOAH WHOAH SIR. PLEASE. CALM DOWN. CALM DOWN. WE STILL HAVE A WHOLE ASS SHOW TO CONDUCT. 

SERIOUSLY IF I COULD I WOULD WRITE A WHOLE ASS ESSEY ABOUT THIS BITCH OVER HERE. HE LOOKS SOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD. IM SCREAMING SHAKING THROWING UP. LIKE. HE’S MY FAVORITE FOR A REASON DUH, BUT THEY DIDN’T HAVE TO THROW IT AT ME LIKE THIS. (wait for me writing sumn fics with him, bcs, uhhh, i think i will...)

ALSO. HIS GLOVES. DELICIOUS. BUT THE FUCKING ZIPPER????? WHY ISN’T IT FULLY ZIPPED??? YOU WHORE??? YOUR CHEST’S SHOWING. LOOKS COLD. LEMME. LEMME GIVE YOU A HELPING HAND. HES SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

I wanna chomp him

yeahhhh tell ‘em

and this my dears is why this man is the most handsome out of the whole tokrev cast. you cannot tell me, YOU CANNOT tell me that this boy, these features, this smile, that he isn’t the hottest person in the whole cast. ig it’s in genes, ‘cause his sister was pretty hot too, ehe... ehehehehe... too soon to joke like this? 

it reminds me of this tiktok trend where people been punching random people’s door to the rhythm of this one song, and these girls who were doing it totally out of it. it’s koko. he prolly just banged without any consideration 

he looks like a puppy

THIS WHOLE FUCKING PAGE. I HAVE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE IT

Inupi must really like Takemichi, these seats are for sure not black and micchy’s covered in blood. and inupi just threw him like this without any blanket or anything. ahh, what a great friend inupi is

cat kitty cat cat kitty cat cat

OKAY BUT AFTER KOKO TOLD IT’S SANO MANJIRO’S ERA INUPI LOOKS SO ANNOYED AND ITS FUNNY

I want to write a fanfic between these two, but I don’t post here character x character content so me think it’s a time for making an ao3 account ehe

there’s something about this bitch’s character that i really love. he’s sooo well-written. i wanna have an ability to create characters like koko or izana or literally anyone from tokrev. but this one. it shows koko’s character soooooo welll. i love it

and this is it my bitches/bros/non-binary pals. this is it. i’m done. this chapter unalived my soul. koko’s smile. a genuine smile. i don’t want to sob but i want to

PLEASEEEEEE

IM SCREAMINGGGGG

here it is, my perfect boy

In conclusion, so far it’s my fav chapter. is it because there was mostly Inupi content and I love him? maybe. but who cares