#listen its painful to watch them trying to establish a relationship

[sapphicides]

call me crazy or gay but i genuinely think the writers, directors, and hell, even the actors knew what they were doing when it came to how they portrayed shauna and jackie's relationship in the pilot. watching it for the first time, i went in completely blind, with no exposure to the fandom, the ships, or anything beyond the core premise of "a group of teenage girls get stuck in a nightmarish lord of the flies/lost scenario after a plane crash and do crazy shit to survive." i fully anticipated any romance in this show, if at all, to be straight. yet i still saw how they established shauna and jackie and immediately thought "my god, these bitches are gay"

from the very first scene we see of jackie (almost) by herself being her faking an orgasm with jeff, clearly implying that she's disinterested in her own boyfriend, to the very first scene we see of shauna and jackie alone together starting with this rom-com esque image of jackie stepping out of her house while music plays in the background and shauna goes from resting bitch face to all smiles

from the longing stares they give each other in their school gym, to shauna responding to tai's "freeze allie out" proposal simply with, "jackie wouldn't like it"

from the scene of shauna dressing with jackie in her room before the party, her snapping at jackie when she merely suggests that shauna sleep with randy and jackie looking genuinely hurt and apologetic by it, to the infamous party scene where shauna looks on at jackie and jeff longingly– except, she's only really looking at jackie, because the entire shot is framed around jackie. for the majority of that scene, jeff is barely even in frame, a faded blur in the background, until he puts his arms around jackie and physically puts himself in shauna's line of vision

the way she immediately takes a pained sip of her beer after

the way she turns around to randy flirting with her, only to turn away with a look of disgust on her face (just like how jackie looked disgusted during jeff's attempt at getting her off)

the way she can't pull her eyes off jackie even when jeff is dropping them off, even when she knows she's about to fuck her boyfriend once she's gone

the way she says goodbye to jackie, tells her she loves her, and jackie doesn't say it back, so she asks jeff to say it to her when they have sex

the show sets up their dynamic to be one that feels inherently romantic to first-time viewers, only to flip it on its head when its reveled that shauna's true interest is in... jeff. she's really in love with jeff? the guy who's face we see maybe a couple of times total, that jeff? the guy who's basically a background character the entire episode, that jeff? yeah, i don't buy it

you could argue that the show places so much emphasis on jackie because it's trying to convey that the affair is eating away at shauna. to some extent, i agree with this, but i really doubt that it's only this. it would explain shauna's snappy and, at times, cagey behavior around jackie, but it doesn't explain the way that jackie is framed by the camera, music, or even some of the writing choices. whenever we see jackie through shauna's eyes, the camera is always focused directly on her, often times with her face illuminated brighter than anyone else. the music that plays behind her is shauna's kind of music (both supernova by liz phair, which shauna chooses to listen to in her car's tape deck, and miss world by hole, which undeniably fits her grungey music taste). she's joined at the hip with shauna, even in scenes where she's with jeff– seriously, there's only one scene where she's completely alone with jeff without shauna, and it's that one. and the same goes for shauna

for the entirety of the pilot, they are in a constant state of push and pull with each other, almost all of their actions being dependent on one another. jeff feels like a plot device at best, a character designed to come between them and to be thrown away once they realize who each other's real love interest is. even upon several rewatches, it still feels this way. even in the adult timeline, it still feels this way. we barely see adult jeff, but we feel both jackie's literal absence and her metaphorical presence in the form of shauna's collection of porcelain bunnies

there is so much foreshadowing and detail packed into the pilot that i have a really hard believing that this was just an oversight or mishandling of their relationship on the show's part. do i think there's going to be any kind of big love confession from shauna any time soon? no. but do i think they intentionally laid the groundwork for her to realize the feelings she had for jackie at some point? yes, i really do

[sarascamander]

Lindon: If I died, how much would you miss me?

Yerin: it's cute that you think death can get you out of this relationship

[justmeinadaze]

Reflection (Eddie X Y/N)

A/N: This idea came to mind after thinking about a conversation I had last night with a friend. (Yeah let's not talk about it.)

Enjoy <3

Warnings: Rockstar Eddie & Fem Y/N, daddy kink (cause im me), phone sex, LOTS of dirty talk, established relationship, fluff

Word Count: 1242

“You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.”, you giggle as he grins at the sound.

“I always forget how much I miss your laugh till I haven’t heard it in almost three days.”, the rockstar sighs into the phone receiver. “I wish I could see your face.”

“I know, baby. Did they say when you guys would be headed home?”

“Naw. All I know is this week we’re doing another photo op and some event thing I know absolutely nothing about. I don’t fucking get why we ALL have to be there.”

“I mean its Corroded Coffin attending not just, you know, Jeff and some friends.” Eddie exhales again as his thumb gently caress the picture of you two he keeps in his wallet. “What are you thinking about, honey?”

“I’m thinkin’…about how much I miss you…and how nice it would be to fall asleep with you in my arms. I’m thinkin’…about when I took on our date to the Starcourt mall and how fucking beautiful you looked in that black dress with your red converse.”

“You loved ‘em. Look I don’t own nice shoes! Not at that time anyway.”, you laugh, getting more comfortable on your bed that seemed way too big when the metalhead wasn’t there. “We went to the photobooth outside the movie theater and took those goofy pictures.”

Eddie beamed as he took in each little square of the photos with you two smiling like dorks. The last few frames were his favorite especially the last one where your hands were cupping his cheeks as his forehead leaned against yours. After the flash went off, he kissed you, knowing in that moment that you were the girl he was going to marry one day. 

Tilting his head back against the headboard of the hotel bed, his eyes met his own reflection as he smirked at the mirrors above him. 

“You know being on the road has given me some interesting ideas for our bedroom.”

“Oh yeah? Deviant ideas or decorating ideas?”

“Both.”, he chuckles. “My hotel room here on the strip has mirrors above the bed.”

“Oh my god, Eddie.”

“Oh, come on, sweetheart. I can see you from every angle especially when you’re riding me.”

“Eddie…”, you slightly pant his name and his smile grows as he watches himself reach into his sweatpants and pull out his half hard cock. “I…don’t know how to…we’ve never…”

“I like when you get all shy and innocent.”, he teases making your face warm. Listening to him spit on the other end has your pussy clenching and you allow your own hand to roam as it slides under the waistband of your panties. “Just talk to me, baby. That’s all you have to do until I can come home and Daddy can take care of his pretty girl properly.”

When you giggle, he pictures you doing it; your face ducking down trying to hide from his eyeline.

“Come on, princess. Tell me what you’re wearing.”

“I always wear one of your shirts when you aren’t here. It smells like you, Daddy.”

“Aw, baby. I always have my pictures of us. I bring them everywhere with me so I can see your face. Do you, uh, are you wearing any panties or a bra?”

“No bra…just my panties. The little red ones you like.”

“With the rose on the band?” A mixture of a pant and a laugh escape his lips when you confirm. “Fuck, I love pulling those down with my teeth.”

Eddie hears you giggle but it sounds muffled, telling him you’re biting your bottom lip which drives him crazy at the sight. Even just imagining it has his cock stiffening more in his grasp and he utilizes the little beads of precum to lubricate himself more. 

“W-What are you wearing, Daddy?”

“My, uh—fuck—my black sweatpants and some boxers. I pushed them down enough so I can…you know.”

“No, baby, I don’t. Why don’t you tell me?”, you tease. 

“There’s my girl. My little sarcastic pain in my ass.”, he laughs as you do the same.

“You love me.”

“Always. Fuck…I’m pumping my dick with my fist. Are you touching yourself, pretty girl?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m—mmph—rubbing my clit…wishing it was your tongue.”

“Shit—good girl. C-Can you imagine if we had these mirrors, baby? Y-You could watch me suck and fuck you with my tongue while my fingers spread you open.”

“Fuck, Daddy.”

“God, Y/N, you’re making me so hard. Put a couple of your fingers inside that tight little pussy for Daddy, baby.”, Eddie mewls as he thrusts his hips subtly against his fist. 

He hears your whimpers on the other end and his eyes roll back.

“Tell me how it feels, sweetheart.”

“Feels…feels good, Daddy. I’m so wet. I-I’m picturing watching you on top of me…if we h-had those mirrors—fuck—seeing my legs wrapped around you as you fuck me into the mattress.”

“Just like that, Y/N. Mmph—keep going.”

“Oh my God… seeing your ass as you pound into me…O-Or when you put my leg over your shoulder…I can watch your big cock disappear inside of me…Daaaddy.”

You could hear the light smacking sound of his fist as he picked up his pace and his head flew back as his eyes squeezed shut listening to you struggle to catch your breath. 

“Beg me to cum, baby. Beg Daddy to cum.”

“P-Please, Daddy. I need you to cum for me.”

“W-Where do you want it, sweetheart.”

“Ah…in…inside my pussy, Daddy, please.”

“Oh, f-fuck.”

Eddie grunted as he curled into his body, his release erupting and hitting his hand as he pictured himself filling you up. At the sound, your heavy pants filled his ear, listening to you whine as the coil snapped. 

“Oh my God.”

“Y-You ok, beautiful?”

“Yeah…did, um, did I do good?”

“You did better than good, Y/N. Fuck, that was amazing. Who knew you had such a dirty mouth.”

You laughed at his joke as you listened to his voice strain knowing he was reaching for a towel to clean himself with.

“You know what another benefit of those mirrors would be?”

“What, baby?”

“Afterward, when I hold you, I can finally get a good look of your entire face especially when your head is on my chest.”

“Eddie.”, you coo his name and again, he chuckles as he places the picture of you two back in his wallet pausing at the little blue box he had placed near it after coming back to the hotel that afternoon. 

“I, um, I think I’m coming home a bit early.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to get in trouble or anything.”

Nerves radiate through him as he balances the box on his fingers before flipping it open to display the modest little diamond engagement ring inside. 

“Naw, sweetheart, I won’t get in trouble and even if I do fuck them. You’re more important to me than anything else. Plus, I, uh, got you something I really want to give you.”

“Eddie, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know I didn’t HAVE to. I wanted to. I’ve actually been looking for this particular thing for a while.”

“Edward Munson, if it’s mirrors, I swear to God…”

Eddie cackles as he closed the box and set it back next to his wallet. 

“Pfft, after what I just heard, I’ll bet you ten bulks you’ll already have them installed before I get home.”

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Eddie Masterlist

[buck-star]

Take Control | A.L

>> You had a bad day because of one of your coworkers but luckily your boyfriend knows exactly how to make you relax. <<

Pairing: Mob!Dom!Ari Levinson x Sub!Reader

Wordcount: 3.023 Words

Warnings: established relationship, dom/sub dynamics, fluff, bad mood, collar, praises, even more fluff

Authors Note: @holylulusworld its finished! Thank you for helping to come up with the idea for this one. Divider made by me.

Events: Seasonal delights Bingo: types of love [G1 | listening to their heartbeat to calm down | @seasonaldelightsbingo], Fandom-Free Bingo: Gingerbread Edition [05 | Sitting on their lap | @fandom-free-bingo]

Masterlist | Ari Levinson

The moment the door closes behind you and you’re not saying a word, Ari knows that something is off. You would usually come home and say hello with that sweet giggle before the door even closes. You would bounce on your heels up and down with that smile on your lips that makes Ari’s heart beat faster.

But not today; today you’re letting the door close behind you and taking off your jacket. Your bag and shoes are landing in the corner of the floor, and you’re not willing to give them more attention at the moment.

Ari steps into the door of the floor, his blue eyes soft while they roam up and down your body, checking for any injuries or causings for your bad mood. There’s nothing, no injury, no sign of any pain.

He sighs softly, waiting for you to throw yourself into his arms and tell him what’s wrong, but you’re not doing that either. Ari clears his throat, getting your attention even though he doesn’t like the glare you give him. “Bad day, honey?”

You mumble something under your breath; some tears are building up in your eyes, and you try to blink them away. Ari notices them anyway, sighing softly while he leans against the frame of the door, watching you for a moment.

You want to shout at him, tell him why he can even ask that because it’s clear that you have a bad day. You want to let out the frustration of the day, get rid of the pressure that grew inside of you all day long.

And at the same time you also just want him to hold you tight and soothe you. His strong arms wrapped around you, so you can tell him all about your day. And he would just calm you down, draw small circles on your back, and steady you with his presence and closeness.

But somehow it still isn’t what you really need, what you crave. Both options would help for a moment, but they wouldn’t help you to just stop thinking for a moment about it. You would be stuck in the circle of complaining, thinking, and getting frustrated again.

“Take your bag and put your shoes where they belong,” Ari says, his voice suddenly less soft but more dominant, almost demanding. You look at him with still watery eyes, wanting to argue with him, but his serious expression doesn’t give any room for arguments.

Ari knows what you need; he can read you like a book. He noticed the thoughts running through your mind, shouting at him, clinging to him, or any other option that came to your mind. But he also saw the uncertainty in your eyes, knowing it all wasn’t what you were looking for, that you needed a moment to turn off your thoughts. That you need him to take the lead, to give your mind a moment to be quiet.

“Now.” He says in a rough tone. Ari’s blue eyes watch every one of your movements, making sure you take your shoes and place them next to his beside the door before you take your bag. “You know where it belongs, don’t you?”

You nod, earning a raised eyebrow from your boyfriend. He keeps standing in the doorframe, stopping you from walking through the hallway to place your back to the side.

“Yes, sir,” you mumble. Ari nods and takes a step to the side, letting you walk further through the hallway. He keeps his eyes on you, making sure you don’t throw your bag just anywhere.

“Good girl,” he praises when you have done the task he gave you. He smiles softly while he holds his hand out for you. You immediately walk closer to him, taking his calloused hand in yours and letting him pull you closer to his broad chest. “I want you to go to the kitchen and make us both a glass of water or juice. Then you are waiting in the living room for me, got it?”

“Yes, sir.” You answer once again, causing Ari to smile even more. He leans down a bit, pressing his soft lips to your forehead before he lets go of you and pushes you toward the kitchen.

Your thoughts are still running wild but you also notice that they went a bit quieter, even if it’s just a tiny bit you notice it already.

You try to listen to Ari’s heavy footsteps to make out where he’s walking, but your thoughts are running wild, and you got a task to focus on from Ari. So you make your way into the kitchen, getting two glasses out of the counter and filling them with some apple juice.

With the glasses in your hands, you walk into the living room. You hear Ari’s footsteps becoming louder again, and then you can see his shadow before you see his big form following you.

“Apple juice, good choice. Drink and then place it down,” he says from behind, his voice leaving no room to talk back. Ari walks past you to the couch, sitting down with slightly spread legs but still sitting straight while he watches you.

You're standing by the door of the living room, both glasses still in your hands, before you lift one of them and take a small sip. Ari watches you intensely, his eyes focused on you like you’re the only thing that matters to him — and right now, like most of the time, you do.

After another few small sips, you walk closer to him, offering him a glass while you place yours on the small table in front of the couch. Ari shakes his head, nodding to the table and shoving it with his big feet away from the couch to make more space there.

He takes a pillow that’s placed beside him and lets it fall down between his spread legs on the floor. Ari keeps looking at you, trying to find out if he has to tell you what to do because your mind isn’t quiet yet or if you do it without him having to say anything because you submit to him already.

You keep standing there, watching him and the pillow. Ari sighs softly, nodding toward the pillow, but you look too deep in your thoughts again to even notice it. He then clears his throat softly, looking at you with narrowed eyebrows but a soft smile.

“Come, kneel down here, honey,” he says. You move closer to him, stepping in between his thick, muscular thighs before you lower yourself onto your knees. Your hands keep resting on his thighs while you look up at him. “Good girl."

You smile softly at the praise, your heart beating faster, and your grip on his thighs tightens a bit. Your eyes are now focused on your boyfriend; he pulls something out of the pocket of his hoodie, and when you see what it is, your eyes widen slightly in anticipation.

“You know what it means: if you want us to stop, you say your safe word. When I close that around your neck, I want to be the only thought in your mind, nothing else, got it?” Ari asks, his voice low, and you shiver slightly. He smiles, letting it slip that you didn’t answer with words, but once you have the collar around your neck, he knows you’re remembering the rules and trying to be as good as possible for him. “What’s the safe word, honey?”

“Crunch,” you answer, leaning your head back for Ari to place the collar around your neck. It’s your favorite one, not just because it’s your favorite color but also because it has a little dog tag in front of it with Ari’s name on it.

Ari chuckles at your eagerness, putting the collar around your neck and closing it before he admires it. He always does, letting his eyes wander around your neck to take in every little detail before he leans back and takes in the sight of you wearing his name in the form of a collar around your neck.

“Such a pretty sight, isn’t it?” He mumbles, bringing one of his big hands to the top of your head and combing softly through your hair. You lean further into his touch, closing your eyes for a moment, feeling his warmth radiating off him and his soft touch on your head and through your hair. “Now, look at me and lean your head against my thigh.”

You do as he says, resting your cheek firmly against his thigh while you look up at him. A soft smile on your lips while he continues to stroke your hair softly. You don’t say anything, your thoughts being way quieter now that you wait for your next instruction from your dom.

“What do you want for dinner, honey?” Ari’s voice is soft but still has the edge of dominance in there. You think for a moment, drawing small circles on his thigh. Ari waits patiently for your answer, leaning forward to reach out for both of the glasses before he hands you one and takes a sip from the other.

“Anything I want?” Your voice is quiet, but Ari understands you. He’s used to your quiet tone, your lack of words when you’re slipping into subspace and he doesn’t mind. As long as you keep answering with at least a few words and speak clearly enough for him to understand.

“Anything you want, honey. So what do you want for dinner?” His eyes are still looking deep in yours and whatever you will say, he will know if it’s the truth or if you just say it to make him happy. You bring the glass of apple juice to your lips, taking a few small sips before you hand it back to Ari, who places them both back on the table. He leans a bit back again, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I-I would like—“ you keep thinking about an answer. There is a lot you like, but it’s nothing you feel like wanting right now. Pancakes are nice but not the kind of stuff you want to eat yet. It’s too sweet; you’re craving something like—. “Can we have wraps for dinner?”

“Of course, we can, honey,” he nods. Ari keeps his hand in your hair, but this time he pulls your head back slightly and towers above you. His lips are only inches away from yours, and you close your eyes, whimpering softly. “Were you good?”

“Yes, sir,” you mumble, your eyes flutter open slightly while he keeps a bit of distance between your lips. You sit up straighter, but Ari pulls back slightly, keeping the same distance. “Please, sir, I’m good.”

“Be patient; good girls are patient, aren’t they?” Ari taunts playfully, still keeping a dominant tone in his voice. You nod, pouting softly. Ari brings one of his hands to your cheek, sliding his thumb over your lips before he finally leans closer and presses his lips softly against yours.

He doesn’t have to deepen the kiss; your lips just lingering on one another is enough to feel the tingling in your body. Ari pulls back slowly, a soft smile spread on his lips that lights up his eyes, and you sigh softly, leaning your head back against his thigh.

“Good girl, aren’t ya?” He mumbles softly, running his fingers through your hair once more. You nod, keeping your eyes on his face, reaching completely with the knowledge that Aris has the control, that he will protect you and take care of you. “Want your juice?”

You nod softly, feeling his thigh shifting when he leans forward to give you your glass and let you have another sip of your drink. You keep the glass in your hand, leaning your head against his thigh once more.

“Such a good girl. Sitting there like the perfect one you are, huh?” He praises you, keeping his soft tone. Your heart beats faster, and your smile widens at his words; his softness combined with his dominance makes him even more attractive. “How are you feeling, honey?”

“Better, thank you, Sir,” you answer, pressing your head further into his thigh. The place other people would feel humiliating makes you feel safe and calm. Ari’s always soft and takes care of you, but when you’re deep in your subspace, he takes even better care, letting you feel close but still letting you know who’s in charge to help you relax.

“Good, now what made my love so mad today, huh? Not even saying hello and throwing your stuff around,” Ari says firmly but still softly. He doesn’t want to upset you or make you feel guilty; he just wants you to reflect on your behavior and tell him why you did what you did so he can understand you better.

You swallow thickly, ready to apologize for treating your stuff like that, but it's not what he wants to hear. Ari strokes his fingers slowly through your hair and along your cheek until he captures your chin and lifts it up slightly to make you look at him. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't ha—”

“I asked you why, honey. I don’t want you to apologize for something you did in the haze of frustration,” Ari says, his voice thick with dominance, and somehow he still manages to have the soft tone in it that makes you melt and submit to him all the time. “I just don't want you to throw the stuff around you bought yourself; you work hard for your money, and it would be sad if it broke, mhm. So, what made you mad like that, honey?”

Ari strokes his thumb over your lip. He loves spoiling you, and he wouldn't mind if you threw around or broke the stuff he got you; he can easily buy it new. His mafia business makes it possible for him to get whatever he wants. But he doesn't like you throwing around or even breaking something you bought by yourself. Something you worked hard for, earned your money, and bought it with that glistening in your eyes.

“My coworker— he always throws more paperwork on my table, telling me that's my work to do. Then he even— he wants me to make him coffee and treat him like he's the boss of everyone,” you mumble, the frustration bubbling up slightly. Ari nods, watching your expression falter. His fingers continue to slide over your jawline to your neck, thick fingers curling around it to show dominance.

“Did you tell him you're not his assistant?” You nod, leaning your head further against Ari's thigh and sighing softly. “What did he do then?”

“He said he doesn't care, or else he will spread some rumors about the way I supposedly look at him. I don't look at him any other way than I do at all my coworkers, but he thinks I'm interested in him,” you mumble, breathing shakily.

Ari tenses slightly; he doesn't like the thought of anyone touching you or threatening you. He inhales deeply, holding his breath for a moment before he exhales and nods. The soft smile on his lips never fades, and he keeps his hand around your neck, not adding any kind of pressure but just letting you feel his soft skin and steadying you. “Did he touch you?”

You shake your head, inching closer between Ari's legs to lean your head closer to his crotch on his thigh. It's not any kind of sexual act, just the feeling of being close and letting go of the control, giving it further to your boyfriend. “No, sir, he didn't. Just making some comments.”

“Good girl,” he praises you for not even having to remember to use your words. He feels you shiver in his touch, gliding his hand from your neck to your back and tapping it two times. “Come sit on my lap; can you do that?”

You get up from where you’re sitting, moving closer to him. Ari brings his big hands to your waist, pulling you into his lap. You immediately lean forward against his broad chest, feeling his warmth against you, Your head rests against his shoulder, and you can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Good, doing such a good job. Feeling better, honey?” You nod, snuggling further into him. Ari laughs softly, sending vibrations through your body while his calloused hands move up and down your back, keeping you close to his chest. “Do you want me to talk to him, or do you think you want to do it yourself?”

“I—I can do it myself; I can talk to him,” you mumble into his chest, inhaling Ari’s scent deeply. He chuckles softly, kissing the top of your head while leaning back. His back rests against the backrest, and he pulls you as close as possible until your chest is firmly against his.

“I know you can, but I asked if you want to do it yourself or want me to do it,” Ari asks again, playing with the hem of your shirt. “You're a strong and independent woman, and I love that about you. But there's nothing wrong with getting some help every now and then.”

You smile softly, kissing Ari’s shoulder through his shirt. Your cheeks heat up slightly, and you know that he can see your flustered state, so you just push your face further into his muscular chest.

“Can you— Can I talk to him, but you, can you join us, sir?” You ask quietly, your voice muffled by Ari's shoulder. You turn your face slightly, biting playfully into his broad shoulder. Ari groans, laughing while he looks at you with a lovely expression and a soft glistening in his eyes.

“I can do it; I would love to do that,” he mumbles. “And since you look so hungry that you already have to bite into my shoulder, how about we start making dinner together? My good girl deserves her beloved wraps, so let's go, my precious girl.”

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[mx-pastelwriting]

RDR2 HC - Running away together & what would it take

RDR2 x GN! Reader

Summary: Running away together & what would it take for them to.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship, Running away, Some Happy Endings

Characters: Dutch van der Linde, Arthur Morgan, Javier Escuella, Charles Smith, Bill Williamson, Hosea Matthews, John Marston, Josiah Trelawny

Dutch van der Linde

- A hard task in itself, prying Dutch away from his power over the gang, it's an almost impossible task. Though echoing Hosea's words to lie low would earn you some time in having a voice over Micah's, he would consider it.

- Nightly talks cuddled up in his arms, imagining life away from the one you have aloud; he entertains it, but not without saying some doubtful scenarios. Having to change your ways, almost manipulating him into taking that life as a real thing.

- Never leaving his side, hearing every thought, not giving Micah a chance to talk to him in private, in turn driving you crazy. Doing anything for that good life, leaving your intentions to change just to get your Dutch safe.

- Every day drained you; all that work had finally caught up to you. Slowly, you lost faith as the gang came into more trouble, making you come to a realization. You made your choice.

- A night of loving Dutch one more time, cuddled up into his arms, then having to leave them. Leaving him in a deep sleep with a final kiss. Taking your horse he had gotten for you a long time ago and what little clothes you had left from all the years of running. Finally leaving in the cold night, not daring to look back.

A year had gone by, and still you dreamt about that day and its many outcomes, but all you could do was smile at the memory of his messed hair loving him for that final night. Telling yourself over and over that it spared the both of you, there was no use to keep trying. Leaving to build your own life, living out your dream that you tried so hard to convince Dutch of so many times.

He would have loved it, just the two of you; he just couldn't see it. Getting up from your bed, dressing up for the day, and having to live off of the small land you fought to get months after. Making your way to the kitchen, readying breakfast before your day of work, but a knock interrupts you from the task.

Grabbing your old weapon, hoping it still worked, then walking slowly to the door, pointing the weapon from your hip. Upon opening the door, your mind and body went blank. Dutch was standing at your front door, looking like shit. "Dear," he says, voice cracking. Even after all this time, he charmed his way into your heart, igniting your love again.

-

Arthur Morgan

- You both have always talked about that kind of life and what it would be like, but it always ended as a joke and never as something to look forward to. Until you really thought about it, hearing Hosea's story of him and his wife fed into your dream.

- Bring it up to Arthur one night, making sure he took it seriously, not knowing what to say, only he couldn't leave the gang just like that. Over time, you pushed the matter, and he always listened but never said anything.

- Being with the gang for a long time, you watched it change as Dutch came into more trouble. Finally, it hit a breaking point when Arthur went missing from the meeting with Colm O'Driscoll. The camp had to calm you down, but it didn't stop the tears every night, fighting your mind to just leave, but it turned to worry that if he'd come back, you needed to be there for him.

- After days of the gang searching, you finally spotted Arthur's house with him on top, thinking you had just gone crazy. Hearing his groans of pain, you ran to him, crying aloud, causing the camp to spring into action, with some having to hold you back so the rest could work.

- After an hour of working on him finally letting you see him, never leaving his side as you waited for him to wake. Hosea brought you something to eat every day, knowing what you had been going through.

Snapping from your exhausted state as a groan came from Arthur, watching as he stirred from his rest. Tears once again spilled from your eyes while grabbing his hand and placing it to your cheek. Waking fully, he whispered your name, running a hand through his hair earning a hum from him as he rested his eyes once again.

"I thought you were dead," you whispered, kissing his hand earning another hum. "Okay," he whispered weakly, making you look at him meeting his blue-green eyes. Taking a minute for you to understand, you nodded, "Tonight." You responded, getting only a weak nod back. Quickly getting up to then plant a kiss on his lips before preparing your leave.

-

Javier Escuella

- Being so loyal to Dutch, as soon as you'd bring that idea of life up, he'd tell you of the time he tried to find that kind of life, with it ending with Dutch saving him, in turn needing to repay Dutch with his life. A life for a life.

- Still, of course, you stayed with him, but it didn't stop you from trying. From mentioning small things, such as telling him to look at the homesteads as you passed them or talking to couples who owned their land, hearing the stories of home life making sure Javier was near you to hear.

- Wishing aloud to love him behind closed doors, but he brought up the suggestion of a hotel quickly you shot it down with wishes of loving him in your own home. Unknown to you, it wasn't till the end that he would change his mind.

- Seeing as he buddied up with Micah breaking your heart, seeing what Micah did to Dutch, there would be no way he would sink his claws into your Javier. Realizing it even more after hearing Arthur's words confirming your Javiers changed, solidifying your thoughts. Having to do the only thing that was left.

- Grabbing a bag, you started to stuff your things into it. Hearing footsteps come closer, you didn't look up, knowing who it was. When asking what you were doing, you told him you were leaving him. Shocked, he begged, but you gave it to him in the end, giving him an ultimatum. You or Dutch.

Pain washed over his face. He looked to the floor, hoping it would have the answer, but you continued packing. "Amor," he begged, but you kept your back to him as much as it pained you. "I can't do this, Javi," you say, tears stinging the brim of your eyes. "Tell me," he says, putting a hand on yours.

"All of this, you hate Micah. What changed?" You asked, making him look away, but you brought his face back softly with your hand. Cupping his face, "I know you see it. He's not well. I'm not going to stick around anymore, Javi," you say, turning to zip up your bag.

"It's your choice," you say before grabbing a few more things. "I can't," he says weakly. "Okay," saying your final words before walking to the horses, putting your things onto yours before hopping onto your horse.

Taking a last look at the camp, not caring who chose to look. Hearing as the horse next to you stirred, looking to see Javier hop on his with his belongings behind him. Smiling at each other, you turned away from camp, taking off quickly to start your new life.

-

Charles Smith

- Having been in the gang for a small amount of time, he had never shut down the idea, though never did he start to make plans on it. Figuring it was from his friendships with Arthur and John or him just settling in having run with him before the gang, you were of course thankful for them taking you both in, but shaking off the idea was never going to happen.

- Taking long rides on the days he got off, hugging his waist while resting your head on his back, talking about many things: camp gossip, your past travels, the future. Sometimes passing by a homestead watching as the people worked away at their land, imagining out loud how that would be, it would be better than always running.

- He loved you dearly; it pained him whenever leaving you to do a job with the gang, but you hated it more when he came to you from a watch stumbling on his tired feet to then crashing into your arms falling asleep before he could even mumble, "I love you.".

- Making his choice after the bank job that had gone wrong, having to bury Hosea and Lenny's bodies, the both of you talked about the decision ending with a kiss and the start of packing your things. Though quickly interrupted by the law, causing you to run once again, making you both stick around the gang a little longer.

- Knowing it put the both of you in more danger, he tried to make it quick by using the gang to help the tribe, only meeting them once by going with him, you understood. Finally, the day came telling only Arthur and John and those closest to you, getting hugs and wishes of luck to your new life.

Waking to the cooing of birds wrapped in the warmth of Charles's arms, hearing him snore softly, kissing his scared cheek, waking him from his slumber earning a smile. Looking at you with tired brown eyes, taking a moment to admire your well-rested faces.

Wiggling out of his arms with an objection as he tightened them, making you both laugh before you headed off to the kitchen in your homestead, but not without getting dressed first from the night before. Having been years since that day, leading to a new life, though the past caught up a year later, causing Charles to go with John just to make Dutch and Micah pay for all those years ago.

Of course, coming back to you with a bullet in the shoulder and a promise to never leave you again, from John's home, you both made it up to Canada, living out your dream of a homestead. Ending your reminisce on the past as Charles wraps his arms around you once more, kissing your neck softly while you readied the morning drinks.

-

Bill Williamson

- It had never been an idea to the both of you from all the years you ran with the gang until going into town. Seeing how a couple talked about their lives after getting that first taste of that kind of life, you never looked back.

- Not telling Bill at first, wanting him away from Dutch a bit before springing it upon him after one of your hotel nights away, he entertained your thoughts, though laughing at some parts until he realized you were serious.

- His first feeling was anger at how he could never do that to Dutch, but you argued that Dutch doesn't control your lives. Finally, he calmed down, telling you he looked up to Dutch. Knowing how he wanted the limelight that Arthur and John had, you convinced him that even if it was painful to say and hear, he would never be them. His obsession can't control him.

- Even though he listened with understanding, even agreeing, he told you the time wasn't right. Giving your understanding back to his reasoning, you stayed with him. But things didn't stay still for forever.

- The bank job had gone wrong with the law running you out of Shady Bell, feeling as if it was years before you got Bill back in your arms after hearing tales of him on Guarma. Having enough, you started to pack your things, causing Bill to freak. Hearing none of it, you gave him a choice. Hoping he would pick the right one.

Standing in front of your horse, holding your bag tightly, "I've hit the end, Bill; I-I can't. I can't stay up every night hoping you're alive; it's not fair to me or you." You choked through your words, causing a scene for the whole camp to see, but you didn't care; you were done.

Seeing his hesitant look back at Dutch, who watched on calmly, you had your answer. His continuous seek for approval from Dutch would never stop, and you weren't going to be around to watch it kill him or you.

-

Hosea Matthews

- Having left before he would hear the idea once again, not shooting it down immediately though ending your talk with how his story ended, right back where he started.

- As time went on, his coughs had gotten worse, as well as his attitude towards it, helping with his cough fits earned a hand wave and a choked-out "I'm fine." But you kept pushing, knowing if it was the end for him, it should be anywhere but running with the gang.

- Bringing it up more, he entertained it a bit more, but other reasons would always pop up after, trying to understand you let it go after every talk. As the gang settled into Shady Bell slowly, you noticed that he became even worse; he barely came to bed, but when he did stumble in, smelling of booze, giving you a slurred "I love you" before snoring away.

- Not waiting for his final say any longer, you slowly packed your things over the days, making sure both of your horses were ready to go in the night. Thankfully, you met a couple who knew of a cabin not too far away at a cheap price. Saving up quickly, you bought the cabin, leaving it to wait for you. Taking note of when the watch shifts change and when the camp dies down for the night.

- Finally, you made your move. As Hosea stumbled into being his familiar drunk self, you went into action, calling his horse over by the back door quietly loading on what little you had left. Then, waking Hosea leading him to the horse with false words, finally, you were ready with Hosea in a drunken sleep on your back, fleeing into the dark swamp.

Riding through the night, keeping Hosea on the horse, with luck, you made it through the swamp and into the forest on your way to the cabin. Not knowing how long this would last not even sure if this was a new life. "Just enough for you to rest," you whispered into the cold night air.

Making it to the cabin, using all your strength to get him in the cabin, laying him on the bed, tucking him. Going back out, taking your things from his and your horses, then letting them rest in the small stable for the next few days.

Waking into the morning still hearing Hosea's snores with his warm arms around you. Slowly, you get up, readying his medicine, hoping he'll understand your actions. Being all for him in the end.

-

John Marston

- Having entertained the idea only came up two times. The first was for one of Hosea's cons, having you and John play as a married couple that lived on a farm just for another couple who actually lived on a farm to come along to buy into Hosea's con.

- As years went on, seeing how the gang dwindled, thankful for not taking your John, but not without a scare and a promise to stay with you. Getting out of the snow, helping John to Horseshoe Overlook, fighting to keep him down, and resting. John made a joke about you being his spouse and having a little farm. That was the second time.

- John wasn't the only one with that joke; being protective over him, Hosea started to joke about how the con act ended long ago, but you were still acting the part.

- Finally, John was ready for jobs again, so you loosened your protection, though you weren't afraid to give it to Dutch if he came back with so much as a small scratch. Furthering that joke in the camp led you two to talk. John agreed to the possibility, but it was different in his mind. You saw it coming sooner than him.

- Sadly, it wasn't until the very end you could live out that idea. The gang fell apart, pushing you both towards Strawberry, but not without making a rule for yourself. Never to live that life again. It was easier said than done. John helped the framer, and you fled, leaving your John behind.

Reading the letter over again as the carriage hit every bump on the road, making your impatience worse. Finally stopping, not wanting to look out the window, needing to see him up close, you hurried out.

Standing there face-to-face with your John, having been gone for so many months, your eyes stinging as you wrapped your arms tightly around him. "It's over," he whispered into your ear, making the threatening tears spill, tightening your hold, not wanting to let him go again.

-

Josiah Trelawny

- Living that dream already in Saint Denis, but unbeknownst to you, Josiah had dealings with a gang. Hearing the name of the gang from officers around town yet not thinking anything of them. Not even questioning his absence at home as his "office work" makes him travel a lot.

- Loving the stories of his travels made you susceptible to listening for things, but never did you think you'd hear about your husband from an officer's mouth on the street. Then the next day, another questioned you on your doorstep, being very hostile and pushing past you just to find nothing, but before leaving, accusing you of dealing with the "Van Der Linde Gang.".

- Hearing nothing from your Josiah in the few passing days got you worried—maybe you didn't know the man you married. Though finally, you saw him as he crawled up the stairs of your Saint Denis home, the sight brought you to tears.

- The damage to him was heartbreaking. He groaned and hissed through his teeth as you cleaned up his bloody wounds, then bandaged them up. Saying nothing, you let the silence fall with his story quickly following, but you didn't let him finish.

- Saying the name of the gang, seeing how his face turned pale. Telling him of what transpired days before, hit you hard speaking of what you knew out loud to him. Starting with a sigh, he told you everything with a voice filled with shame.

"Stop," you said, interrupting his explanation, doing as you said, looking to you. Not being able to handle the sight of him knowing every cut or possible broken bone was because of his deals with the gang. You started to question whether the life you built was even real; was the love you got from him even real?

"Love," he pleaded, placing a hand on yours looking into the eyes you fell in love with so many times. Still, you held your ground. "No more J," you say, making him look down watching as he nodded. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his upper back and shoulders, hugging him as he sat in your home, where he belonged.

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જ⁀♡⊹｡° i can still see you

( bachira meguru x gn! reader )

♡ a/n — for my new series :)

♡ content — bachira meguru x gn! reader, gn! reader, friends to lovers, established relationship, you can infer they're engaged at the end :) , mentions of bachira's demon, set before blue lock then goes to when he's playing pro soccer, made this with him being 20+ in my mind

♡ synopsis — Bachira Meguru didn’t need to be part of other people's world all those years ago. He had always been destined to make his own, and you had been with him every step of the way.

The sharp whistle of the coach’s signal echoed across the field, but it didn’t faze Bachira. He’d grown used to its bite, to the way it demanded more from him than he was allowed to give. His teammates moved like clockwork around him—predictable, synchronized, and utterly boring.

He saw opportunities they never did, tiny gaps in their defense that begged to be exploited. But no one ever passed him the ball. When he waved, calling for it, they ignored him or chose someone else.

“Stop trying to show off, Bachira,” one teammate sneered after a scrimmage. “This isn’t street soccer.”

Bachira didn’t answer. He never did. He just smiled, letting their words roll off him, though it stung more than he cared to admit.

From the bleachers, he caught sight of you, the only person who never looked at him like he didn’t belong. You sat with your chin resting on your hands, watching him intently like you always did, and when his gaze met yours, you waved.

The smile that tugged at his lips this time was real.

“You shouldn’t let them get to you, you know,” you said later, sitting cross-legged on the grass beside him. The team had long since cleared out, but Bachira lingered. He always did. It was as if he couldn’t leave the field until it felt like his, even if only for a moment.

“I’m not letting them get to me,” he replied, his voice light, but you saw the way his fingers picked at the edge of his shoelaces. “I don’t need them anyway. I’ve got my monster.”

“Your monster,” you echoed, leaning back on your palms. “What’s it saying today?”

Bachira tilted his head, like he was listening to something only he could hear. “It says I’m right. That I’m better off alone.”

You frowned. “Meguru, that’s not true.”

He shrugged, but the motion felt hollow. “Maybe it is. They don’t want me here. They think I’m weird, right? Maybe I don’t belong.”

The words were soft, quieter than he usually spoke, and they made your chest ache.

“You don’t belong with them,” you said firmly, and his head shot up to look at you. “You’re better than that.”

A laugh bubbled from his lips, and it was bright, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You always say that. Better than what?”

“Better than their small minds,” you shot back. “Better than this boring little team that doesn’t know how lucky they are to have you.”

His smile faltered for the briefest moment, replaced by something softer, something almost vulnerable.

“You really think that?”

You leaned forward, your voice steady and sure. “I know that. You’re not like them, Meguru, and that’s not a bad thing. One day, someone’s going to see what makes you special. Someone besides me.”

His laugh this time was genuine. “Someone besides you? Impossible.”

You smiled, nudging his shoulder with yours. “You’ll see. And when it happens, I’ll be the first one cheering for you. Always.”

Bachira’s golden eyes sparkled under the fading sunlight, and the grin on his face stretched wide. It wasn’t the same grin he used to mask his pain—it was the kind of smile he reserved only for you.

He didn’t say anything back, but the way his shoulder lingered against yours told you everything you needed to know.

The crowd erupted as the ball sailed past the goalkeeper, slamming into the back of the net with precision and flair. Another goal for FC Barcha, courtesy of Bachira Meguru.

The stadium roared with chants of his name, the commentators losing their minds over his second goal of the night. His teammates rushed toward him, arms outstretched, ready to celebrate, but Bachira was already moving, sprinting past them all.

His golden eyes scanned the VIP section, searching, and when they landed on you, his grin widened into something radiant, something that belonged to no one else but you.

He stopped in the middle of the field, ignoring the chaos around him, and pointed at his heart with two fingers, tapping twice. Then, he turned his hand and pointed directly at you.

You stood there, hands cupped over your mouth, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes. The ring on your finger caught the stadium lights, sparkling like a star, and when you started clapping, the entire section followed your lead.

You were the first one to cheer for him—just like you always had been.

Bachira’s teammates finally caught up to him, tackling him into a celebratory hug, but his gaze stayed locked on you. Through all the noise, through all the glory of the game, there was only one person who truly mattered.

He didn’t need to be part of their world all those years ago. He had always been destined to make his own, and you had been with him every step of the way.

meguru bachira they could never make me hate you

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Howdy! Jdjdjfh I hope you're still taking Gravity Falls Stan/Ford requests--

What if the reader and Ford/Stan (separate) were married, but the reader suffered a traumatic head injury in a car accident? This injury causes them to be unable to retain memories for more than a day. Every morning, they wake up next to this mysterious, handsome man who has to explain to them that they are married—and have been for years. The reader can't help but feel guilty about this situation. :( We need some lovey-dovey comfort

Sorry if this is long or complicated kfhfkfh thank you for your time!!

Have a good day/night :)) 💗 love your writing so much

you’ll always remember | Stanley Pines x reader

tags: sfw, memory loss, established relationship

a/n: hi, lovely anon! thank you for sending this in and for your sweet words!💗 this little piece focuses on Stan for now. but don’t worry, i’ve got something equally heartfelt coming for Ford too, ill post it a lil bit later

thank you for trusting me with your emotions and have a beautiful day/night, darling!

Ford version

you open your eyes and the next thing you feel is headache, your head feels. . . way too heavy, but sadly, not from oversleeping or the nice kind from sleeping in. it’s different type of pain. 

you rub your eyes, feeling lost and blink around the room, with fear realising you don’t understand where you are. your messy thoughts are interrupted by the bed creaking when you sit up and your heart does this awful little jump when you see him.

this man.  

this. . . mysterious man with a broad chest, an old tank top clinging to it. there’s golden chain around his neck, glinting against the soft peppered hairs of his chest. 

and you. . . you don’t know him.  

your stomach twists immediately. the room doesn’t look familiar, either, nothing does. these stacks of magazines, mugs, a nightstand that’s barely holding itself together. you hear a faint sound of birds outside, but even that won’t calm your mind 

“mornin’, sweetheart, sleep okay?”  

your heart lurches, panic curling up your throat. you try to get up from bed, but everything feels too heavy and weird, your body barely listens to you, your limbs hurt

you freeze, looking a bit scared, but more than all confused. “who— who are you?” 

Stanley sighs, nodding at your words, agreeing with you. it’s not the first time he’s heard it. you can tell from the way his face falls, his smile disappearing, but then he covers it up with a gentle grin

“right. uh, this part,” he mutters, scratching the back of his neck. “okay, so. you don’t remember me. look, baby, my name’s Stan. Stanley Pines. i’m your husband.”

your what?

“yeah, i know. sounds like a bad joke, but it’s true. you’ve got, uh. . .” he avoids your wide-eyed stare. “you’ve got a thing. memory stuff. from the accident. doc says you won’t remember much past a day. it’s been like this for a while now, heh.”

his tone doesn’t sound all that happy, because for Stanley it’s just as hard as it is for you. he explains it like it physically pains him to spell all this shocking nonsense out for you.

“i know this ain’t fair to you. shit, it ain’t fair to either of us. but i’m here. i’ll always be here, ‘kay? even if you wake up every day thinkin’ i’m some creep who wandered in off the street.” 

you just look at him, unable to understand what he’s talking about after the word “husband”. husband. . . gosh, feels like your brain just started to hurt more. your mind scrambles, clawing at the edges of something it can’t reach, no matter how hard you try.

“don’t— don’t look so freaked out, kid,” Stan says quickly, seeing your panic. “here, look—”  

he reaches for something on the nightstand, hoping each time that it will work. Its an old picture frame, a little bit worn, but when he holds it out with a hopeful look, you see yourself in it. laughing. leaning into him. his arm’s slung around your shoulder as he grins, his fez perched crookedly on his head. 

“that’s us,” Stan says softly, watching your reaction. “took that on our anniversary, up at lookout point. you love that spot, always goin’ on about the view. even dragged me up there at sunrise once.” he chuckles, but his eyes are watching you carefully, he’s waiting you to give some reaction, please just. . . please. he waits to see that beautiful smile of yours he always loved so much and you want to smile. you want to remember. 

but there’s nothing.  

corners of your mouth lowers and your chest tightens, guilt bubbling up inside. “i. . .” wait, what was his name again? damn. “don’t remember that. i don’t remember you.”

Stan’s smile wobbles for half a second before he catches it. “yeah, i figured. but that’s okay. s’not your fault, sugar.”  

you hate that. you hate how kind he is about it, how patient, but at the same time how broken his voice sounds.

Stanley sighs, rubbing at his face, trying to scrub away years of exhaustion. then he looks at you again.

with hope in his eyes.

“here, how about this?” he says suddenly, brightening. he pulls open the nightstand drawer and takes out another photo, this one of you, him and some. . . kids? it’s twins, a boy and girl in some funny looking sweater, both with brown hair, all of you standing by the lake. you’re holding up a huge fish, grinning from ear to ear, and Stan’s standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders looking so damn proud of his lovely little human.

“this was last summer,” Stan tells you, tapping the glass with his thumb. “we went fishin’. you caught that sucker all by yourself. wouldn’t stop braggin’ for weeks.”

a faint smile appears on your lips. 

“still got the tackle box you picked out, too,” Stan adds with a laugh. “you said the one i had was too ‘junkyard chic.’ you’ve got a sharp tongue on ya, y’know that?”  

your fingers tremble as you reach to take photo from his hands. you look at it, look at that person who looks like you, with a smile’s brighter than the sun and these eyes. . . sparkling, as if you’ve just heard the funniest joke in the world.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper, staring down at your hands. tears spilling down your cheeks. “i- i don’t know how you do this. every day. i can’t- i can’t even remember, Stan.”

the first time you said his name. 

“hey, hey.” his hand comes up, hovering over your shoulder, rubbing it slightly to calm you. he’s not sure if it’s okay to touch you yet, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but you look up and he’s already leaning closer. “don’t you dare apologize for this, sweetheart. you didn’t ask for it. none of this is your fault, y’hear me?”  

you nod weakly, but he isn’t done.  

“you’re still you. still the same stubborn, beautiful, funny, smart, pain-in-the-ass i fell for, okay? you’re stuck with me, like it or not. you take all the time you need, honeybun. i’m not goin’ anywhere.”

you nod, still doubting, lowering your eyes to that photo again. 

“now, how about we get some breakfast? you always say my stancakes are the best damn thing in oregon.” Stan smiles at you because you’re his whole world. and even though the pieces don’t always fit in your mind, Stanley still loves you with this kind of affection that’s lived a thousand lifetimes and he knows, somewhere deep in your mind, you love him too. he just gotta try a bit harder.

when you meet his eyes, for the first time, you feel something painfully familiar deep inside of you. as if he’s the one you’d always reach for in a sea of faces. and you laugh softly

“i say that, huh?” 

“every time,” noticing that little change in your voice, Stan grins and winks at you. “c’mon, let me prove it to ya, baby.”

even though your head’s a mess and your heart feels like it’s been put through a blender, you want to believe him. you take his hand, noticing a ring around his finger and only now you realise you are wearing one too

….

“but what if i never remember?” you ask as you trace the edges of his beautiful face with trembling fingers, trying to commit it to memory.

he just smiles and wraps his big hands around your waist.

“then i’ll just remind ya every day. as long as it takes.”

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You Haven't Failed Part 14

Requested by Anonymous

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Tags: Spidey!Reader, Venom!Reader, So Much Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship, Graphic Depictions of Injuries, Blood, Violence, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut

Everything Taglist: @ara-a-bird, @alexawynters

“Baby, it wasn’t your fault.”

You were already shaking your head and looking away from her before Wanda could finish the words. The memories fizzled from view and in its place was the vibrant green of her eyes. No. It was your fault. Everything that happened then and everything happening now was all your fault. While you didn’t speak, Wanda could see in your dimming eyes that you didn’t believe her. She cupped your cheeks and gently maneuvered your face so that her eyes could meet yours.

“Y/n, you haven’t failed me. You haven’t failed anyone,” she said with such conviction that you couldn’t help the whimper that left your lips.

“Wands,” you began, your voice breaking as you shivered. “I was supposed to protect you. You were supposed to be okay. Instead, you were gone for five years.” The tears flowed faster as you peered deep into softened emerald. “You died. I did fail.”

The tremors in your body were getting stronger and Wanda watched as blood began to drip from your nose. It was now or never. You were out of time.

“Y/n, please, baby, please listen to me,” she begged. “I need you to take off the suit. I can’t lose you. Okay? I just got you back and I don’t want to lose you. Don’t force me to live without you.”

Hearing her plead for you to stay alive disturbed you, and that was because she shouldn’t be in a position where she has to beg you for anything. You wanted to make Wanda happy. She was your happily ever after, and just as you couldn’t live without her, she couldn’t live without you. You didn’t even try to live without Wanda, and she saw so herself. The moment she was gone, you fell apart. You remembered the pain that you were in, the way it felt like glass filled your lungs every time you breathed and how it felt like acid filled your chest where your heart should have been. You weren’t going to put her in the same position. She’d already lost so much. Her parents. Her brother. Her best friend. She couldn’t lose you too. The moment you realized that, you looked into Wanda’s eyes and nodded, your hands, though still covered in Venom, overlapped her hands that still cupped your cheeks.

“Okay,” you whispered resolutely as you nodded.

“Okay,” Wanda repeated, a slight smile overtaking her lips.

She took a step back as you grabbed at the unraveled tendrils. You wrapped them around your hands to ensure you had a good grip, to ensure Venom couldn’t try to escape you. Then, you met Wanda’s eyes. She could see just how weakened you were by this. She could see it in your eye. It was duller, the color almost muted to a black. No matter what happened, she was going to help you. You knew that this was going to hurt so much, and as you took several deep breaths, Wanda nodded to you in encouragement.

“I’m right here, baby.”

Yes. She was right here. Wanda was with you. She was fighting for you, and you were going to fight for her in return. You inhaled one more time before you started to pull with all your dwindling strength. The moment you did, the world around you pulsed violently, and darkness flooded your vision. A high-pitched ringing noise filled your ears, and as you slowly came to, the world now way too bright, you cried out. It was like jagged glass slicing through your skin. It was like needles through your veins. The agony was more intense than you ever could have imagined. Everything burned. Everything stung, and your cries turned into screams as you fought to tear Venom off you. Wanda wrapped her magic around the pieces that were snapping off of you, because that’s what was happening. Venom was clinging on to you desperately, its screeches blending with your screams of agony. Little by little, you peeled the symbiote off you, the alien clutching on to you so fiercely that you were literally snapping thin strings of its flesh from your body. When your face and the tops of your shoulders were bare, you swayed, a whimper leaving you as you buckled. Wanda tried to catch you, but Venom was quick. It tried to wrap itself around you again to take you back over. Wanda stopped it with a small barrier around your exposed body. It beat against her magic, but Venom was growing weaker the more you removed it from your body. You would have face planted onto the street if it wasn’t for Thor. He was in front of you so suddenly, his eyes so blue that it was dazzling to you in your current state. His hands held your shoulders before his searing hot hand cupped your cheek.

“Keep going Y/n! Keep going!”

You nodded as gasping breaths left you, but you took hold of the symbiote and pulled again. Black flesh tore down the middle, and it exposed your naked chest underneath. Wanda wasn’t even going to begin to wonder about your missing clothes. You screamed and screamed, your throat raw as sobs began to mix in with your cries. Thor assisted Wanda, and with his Stormbreaker, began to strike Venom with lightning. From behind, Tony pulled more flesh off your back, and Bruce ensured that Venom wouldn’t get away if it tried to make a run for it. For Wanda, it was torture watching as your cries turned hysterical. Your muscles strained beneath your skin, your entire body taut with strength and pain. Venom was screeching and squealing, its tendrils and sheets of torn flesh writhing hellishly as Wanda, Tony, and Bruce fought to get it off you. With a sickeningly graphic tearing noise, one that made Wanda lurch, Venom was torn away from you. It tried to wrap itself around Tony, but he closed his helmet and began to shoot at it with his repulsors. When it failed, it tried to wrap around Bruce, but Wanda was faster. With a snap of her arms, she encased the alien in an impenetrable barrier of red magic, and watched as it screamed and scratched at the sides. She didn’t spare it a second glance. Her eyes glowed even brighter, her power increasing tenfold as she shot the full force of her magic, her chaos magic, into the alien. It screeched and writhed until it died. Everyone watched as it disintegrated, and when Wanda released the barrier, ash floated away like it was dust in the wind. What was left of Venom disappeared into the night.

Soft, choking gasps grabbed everyone’s attention, and Wanda looked down to see you on your back. Your skin was so pale and beneath it, she could see the full network of black veins. They were like dark, ominous spider webs that covered every inch of you, like dark cracks in your skin. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your breaths wheezy and pained as more blood trickled from your nose. Wanda was on her knees beside you in an instant, and upon closer look, she could see your tears streaming down the sides of your face.

“Y/n? Hey, Y/n. I’m here. It’s okay,” Wanda murmured in a soothing voice.

She tucked her red hair behind her ears as she leaned over you, and her hand took yours. She laced her fingers through yours and kissed the back of your hand fiercely. You were shaking. Hard. You could hear her, but you couldn’t feel her. You couldn’t feel her warmth, or the fan of her breath against your cheeks. Wanda’s hand cupped your cheek but to you, all you felt was pressure against your body.

“детка? Can you open your eyes?”

It took so much energy, and even with you trying your best, all you could do was crack them open. Despite the pain that wracked through your body, you gave her a crooked smile.

“God, your accent is so fucking hot,” you whispered, and Wanda laughed as her tears spilled over and dripped onto your body.

“You did it,” she said to you, her fingers resting against the side of your neck. “You won.”

A single breath of air was all you could manage for a laugh. You may have done it, but you didn’t win.

“You have to get up. We have to get you to the compound.”

You looked into her eyes and your vision blurred with fresh tears. Wanda held you close to her, her body shaking with adrenaline and fear. She rested your body on her lap and wiped your tears when they fell faster. You had to choke out your next words.

“I can’t.”

You couldn’t feel your body. You couldn’t even feel the pain anymore. Everything felt so heavy, and you tried to fight against the urge to close your eyes, but you were losing. 

“Don’t say that, Y/n. Please don’t say that.”

Her voice was breaking, and you could tell that she was trying to remain calm. She was trying to hold herself together for you. You hated this. You hated that you were going to put her through the same pain you felt when she died. You wanted nothing more than to be by her side, and to love her along the way, no matter what obstacles life would put you through.

“I love you,” you whimpered, and a sob escaped her.

Her chest heaved as she cupped your cheek with her other hand. Was this what you felt all those years ago? This sense of helplessness that made her want to tear her own hair out? Was it the dread of watching someone die knowing that she couldn’t stop it? She had all these powers. Wanda had all of these amazing abilities. She was the damn Scarlet Witch, and yet she didn’t have the power to save you. This wasn’t like when her parents died, or when her brother died. This wasn’t even like when Vision died. There had been a despairing kind of bitter acceptance that she felt with all of them, though her brother’s death had been the most painful. With you, Wanda felt hysteria claw at the edges of her logical mind, her desperation tearing through her body and wrapping around her heart, and she began shaking her head as she watched your eyes slip shut.

“Y/n? детка? Please…”

Even as she begged, she could feel your heart rate slowing down beneath the fingertips that pressed against your neck. Your heart was tired, and it was trying to keep you alive, but the muscle was sluggish in its own beats. You took a weak breath, and then another raspy one, before you spoke again.

“I-I’m sorry…Wands.”

She felt your hand go slack in her hold. Wanda squeezed her eyes closed, her heart fracturing as painful sobs wracked her body. She leaned over you, her forehead resting against yours as she continued to hold your hand.

“Don’t leave me, детка,” she pled. “Please don’t leave me. Please stay. I love you too.”

You didn’t respond, and for the first time in a long while, Wanda let her grief swallow her whole. She screamed into the night as she sat up, her eyes at the starry sky, but unable to see anything through the tears. She felt the pressure grow in her body, and even as her throat ached, she screamed and screamed and screamed, until a shockwave of red exploded from her body. It engulfed Bruce, Tony, and Thor, who had watched you sadly, but the sheer force of her grief was like a bomb detonating. They were all sent flying backwards as Wanda clutched on to your body, her screams haunting the night and filling it with her sorrow.

Part 15

[bluegalaxygirl]

The Vinsmoke family meet their niece (Zosan X reader) P2

Plot: While out shopping with Zoro and Sanji your baby girl Kuina gets tired so you take her back to the sunny only to bump into the three Vinsmoke brothers.

Warning: Violence, Blood, Injuries, bad language and Making out

Reader is female and for this i gave her the ability to control Snakes that come form tattoo's on her arms, she can change the size of them but they are also connected to her emotions, Kuina is 8 months old and has Sanji's eyebrows and blonde hair but your eyes and skin tone.

Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

P1

After getting your snake out Ichiji dropped your baby to avoid the attack her little body wrapped in a blanket hits the floor and her screams make your heart and mind shatter. Your snake's eyes change form round to slit feeling your pain and the overwhelming need to protect it attacks anything it can besides you and the baby. You're overwhelming emotions causing it to go out of control and soon burst out the top of the warehouse as Niji electrocutes it and Ichiji fires red light at it, the fight causes a big explosion making the snake scream in pain as it falls aside and into a nearby building. You manage to pull the red spikes out despite the pain and shakily walk over to your baby as she lay on the floor screaming her little lunges out, you can't help but cry as you drop to you knees next to her on. Blood dripping from your hands, legs and mouth but you reach out running your finger tips over Kuina's cheek leaving some of your blood behind. You want to hold her so badly but you can't pick her up in case she's hurt, you don't want her to hurt.

"You bitch" Yonji yells out running at you but you put up your other hand out and make your fingers into fangs. The tattoo snake on your arm leaps out and tried to sink its teeth into him while wrapping its growing body around him, but he manages to throw it off only for it to lunge at him shoving him through the side of the building. The two snakes team up to attack the three man pushing them further away form you while attacking anything that gets in their way. The sound of screaming people, building falling apart and your snakes hissing in a scream like sound falls on def ears, all you can hear is your crying daughter, her cheeks red and tear stained as she wriggles on the floor "Shhhh, it's ok baby... mommy's here. Oh, sweetie i'm so sorry" you cry leaning over your baby unable to control your cry's and the snakes that just left you. You kiss her forehead and listen to her scream and cry, it hurts you, it hurts more than the pain in your limbs and stomach.

You sat there for a while not knowing what to do, your baby cry's but your in too much pain to move and you dont want her to slip out of your hands due the blood. You flinch as a hand touched your shoulder, looking up you jab your nails into the person only for them to grab your hand. You glare at the girl in front of you but you soon relax a little at realizing who it is "Reiju?" you ask not believing that the Pink haired girl is actually in front of you "It's ok, i'm here to help, let me help you" her voice is so soft and it calms you down a little but you put your focus back on your crying baby "Kuina, please help her" you gulp trying to stop the tears as the pink haired girl nods and looks over your baby with a smile. You move over a little, so she can see but you watch her every move "She's beautiful, and she's ok, just a little bump, it's a good thing she's crying" she smiles stroking the baby's head and wiping away her tears "He dropped her" You whisper not convinced your baby's ok, Reiju takes your hands and starts bandaging them up "I think my blanket took most of the fall, you have a doctor on the ship right? so i'm sure she'll be fine with him" her words were so kind, you remember meeting her a few times, she helped luffy and even though she hardly said anything to you she always had this sweetness about her even when she tried to hide it around her brothers and farther.

You watched your baby start to calm down as she finishes bandaging your other hand. "Thank you" you suddenly say getting her attention "For the gift basket and card, Sanji was so happy and Kuina loves her blanket, carry's it everywhere with her" you smile your eyes locking with your baby girl, Reiju smiles back helping you sit back against a wooden create before picking your baby up and puts her in your arms. Holding your baby again felt amazing, she stopped crying as she looked at you feeling safe in her mothers arms, You felt relief seeing she was ok but you did wipe the blood you left off her cheek. Reiju checks the rest of your body soon getting to your stomach which you hiss at in pain throwing your head back into the crate while gritting your teeth "Sorry, you probably have internal bleeding, i'm going to give you an injection to stop it but your doctor will need to know.. Sorry this is going to hurt" she states taking out a needle before stabbing it into your stomach, you grunt and grit your teeth at the pain but it soon stops when she pulls it out and takes care of your legs. You look up at the broken ceiling and then around you see the damage your snakes have done, the sound outside is still going on, loud hissing and buildings breaking, you can stop them but you have to get up and tell them but a part of you doesn't want to, they were brought out to take down Sanji's three brothers, and they won't stop until they are dead or you pass out.

You bring your focus back to your baby her beautiful eyes looking up at you and when you smile down at her she smiles back with a small giggle. You turn your attention to Reiju who's bandaging your legs up the best she can, blood stains the ground around you. You feel tired and the need to pass out is almost overwhelming so you gently place a kiss on Kuina's head before laying her on the floor, you don't want to drop her if you do pass out. "Come by the sunny later" you smile leaning against the crate looking down at he pink haired girl who stops in shock before looking up at you "What?" she asks confused why would you invite her to the ship. "I want Kuina to meet her aunt properly, so please, if you can come by later" your eyes start closing as you talk, you hoped to stay awake longer but before you could hear her answer darkness took over, there was one thing you noted though, for some reason a tear feel down the pink haired girls cheek.

Zoro and Sanji run following the snakes as they get smaller and smaller until they were just normal looking snakes, they slithered into a warehouse that looked almost destroyed and up your arms again going back to normal tattoo's as you lay on the floor your arm around Kuina who was awake and playing with your fingers. "Y/N, Kuina" Sanji and Zoro yell out running to you two, Sanji looks you two over before picking up Kuina who reaches out for him. "Hay sweet heart" The cook tears up holding the baby close in his arms, relief washing over him at seeing his baby unharmed. Zoro gently rolls you over and sits you up a bit but you don't wake up, he looks you over confused your wounds are bandaged up and cuts are stitched closed, someone was just here and took care of you. "Is Kuina ok?" Zoro asks looking over at his daughter "Yea, yea, she's fine" Sanji sighs standing up as Zoro carefully picks you up in his arms and stand up. The cook walks closer and looks you over, your passed out but your not bleeding. Zoro looks around the warehouse seeing the mess and blood on the floor, it makes his blood boil, not only did they hurt Sanji in the past, but they tried to kill you and hurt his baby. "What's that?" Sanji asks snapping Zoro out of his thoughts as the cook reaches into the strap on your shoulder pulling out a piece of paper holding Kuina with one arm. The two walk out while Sanji reads getting a little teary eyed when seeing its Reiju who helped you and his baby. "Guy's what happened?" Nami yells out running towards them along with Chopper, Luffy and Franky "We need to get them back to the ship, Kuina has a head bump and Y/N has internal bleeding" Sanji runs over to the group handing Chopper the letter as Zoro runs up behind him trying not to shake you too much as he runs.

You feel sore all over and the light on your face isn't helping things but you force your eyes open a little, the light blinding making your head hurt but you soon manage to adjust and see a white ceiling "Kuina" you call out your voice sore as you try and talk "Hay love it's ok, she's here" Sanji comes into view bending over you and running a hand over your cheek, you turn your head to the side seeing Zoro holding your awake baby girl who's playing with his earring's. You reach a hand out for your baby but you can't reach so Zoro pulls up a chair with his free hand and sits in it next to the bed and leans over so you can touch your daughter. You run your fingers over her back with a small smile, your baby turns around and takes your finger in her small hand "she ok?" you ask trying to sit up, Sanji helps you sit up being careful of your stomach in the process "Yes she's fine we're worried about you" Zoro looks you over seeing you struggle but at least your awake. Once your comfy Sanji sits on the edge of the bed and holds your other hand "What did they do to you? To Kuina? and don't tell me it was nothing because your snakes have never acted like that, even on Wano, they attacked us" Sanji asks his eyes sad and full of worry, you squeeze his hand and look at the two with worry "What? They attacked you? I-i'm sorry, d-did they hurt you?" You panic a little, you never thought they would that "No baby were fine, we handled them, but they did a good job kicking their asses" Zoro laughs making Kuina smile and giggle too. "My love, please tell me what happened, why did they attack you?" Sanji leans closer wanting to know.

You sigh and rub your thumb over his hand "They said your dad wasn't happy, i wasn't targeted or anything, and he didn't ask them to go after me they just saw me and thought" You stop yourself flashes of what they did coming back, Zoro places a hand on your shoulder as you continue "They only hurt me they didn't hurt her....until i, Oh god it's my fault, i'm sorry baby" you start crying, tears streaming down your face as you lean over to kiss your baby's hand, you remember her screams and her falling to the floor "I'm sorry, i should have kept my mouth shut" you place your forehead in your baby's arm before being pulled into a hug by Sanji who shushes you as he holds you "It's not your fault love" Sanji soothes stroking your hair and kissing your forehead "Yes it is... she'd be ok if i kept my mouth shut. They talked so badly of you and once i started i couldn't stop... it's my fault" Zoro places his hand on your cheek moving closer to you "Hay don't you dare... you're a fighter, she's not hurt, you protected her" Zoro leans over showing the back of Kuina head by moving some hair out of the way. "See, not even a scratch" He whispers as the baby fusses in his arms a little, You reach up and run your fingers over her hair sighing in relief, there no bump or redness. You manage to stop crying and pull away from Sanji "You did great love" The cook leans down placing his lips on yours for a light kiss, you kiss back with a small smile before pulling away and taking Kuina form Zoro.

Your hands still hurt but you don't care, you pull her to your chest and let her play with your head as you kiss her head and hold her close. "I'm so sorry love" Sanji leans in placing a kiss on the back of Kuina's head "We didn't realize you were gone until we talked with Nami" Zoro puts a hand on the cooks shoulder trying to reassure him "This is no ones fault but those three" The swordsman was right but you both couldn't help but feel guilty in some way "And when i see them, i'm going to kill them" You let out a laugh at the swordsman's words "I'll join you" You reply as Zoro places a kiss on your cheek with a smile "Make that three" Sanji joins in squeezing your hand and placing his other hand on the swordsman's leg, Kuina pulls away form your shoulder and babbles a little making Zoro laugh stroke her head "Yea, you'll kick their asses too won't you?" You hand the baby back to Zoro who holds her up as she giggles "Your gonna get them yea?" he asks nuzzling her belly making her laugh. You smile at the two as he brings her down into his chest only for your baby girl to try and eat his earring's, he pulls her away as she gets annoyed at him and shakes his head at her. "You want to come and eat with the crew?" Zoro asks you before standing up with Kuina "I think someone's hungry" he laughs as Kuina starts trying to put his earnings back in her mouth, but he pulls his head away again. You nod as Sanji helps you to the edge of the bed where you sit for a second feeling pain shoot through you stomach "You ok?" Zoro ask watching you wince a bit in pain "Yes just sore but i can walk" you nod about to get up only for Sanji to pick you up bridle style "My queen doesn't walk" Your cook smiles down at you, holding you as you all head to the kitchen.

The kitchen was lively as you sat at the table closest to the door, your baby in her high chair at end of the table, she was starting to eat solid food now, it used to just be baby food that Sanji would make but now she eats all sorts of course through the day you still give her a bottle, but she seems to prefer sold foods now. Sanji sits across form you eat and some times helping his baby eat while Zoro sits next to the cook, the food was made by Sanji while you were out but Nami and Robin were kind enough to take over, so he could sit with you and Kuina in the medical room. You were snapped out of your loving look to your boys by a knock on the kitchen door. Things suddenly go quiet around the table as everyone looks at the door. You could make out a figure through the door window lightly smiling you stand up "Babe/Love" The boys call standing up too but you walk round and place your hand on Sanji's shoulder with a bright smile "It's ok, i know who it is, don't worry" you move to the door and open it to see the pink haired sister Reiju standing there. You step aside and let her in, Sanji's eyes widen upon seeing his sister walk in as the others smile at her and wave, Zoro looks over to her with a small smile while your baby looks up at Sanji then to Reiju. "Sis?" Sanji asks stepping closer as the pink haired girl rubs her arm a little not sure how to react or what to do "Thank you" Sanji smiles hugging his sister as you move to sit back down. She tenses a little before hugging back slightly looking around the room over his shoulder.

The room goes back to normal, people laughing and eating as Sanji talks with his sister for a minute before bringing her over to the table. Her eyes land on you then to Kuina who is still looking up at her in amazement before smiling and reaching her arms out to the woman blabbering away. "You want to hold her?" you ask making her jump a bit at your question "I-urm... sure" Reiju sighs giving in to what she really wants, Sanji take the bib off Kuina and picks her up handing her to his sister who holds your baby close, Sanji helping her since his sister has no idea what she's doing. The baby giggles a little and reaches for the pink hair running her hand through it but not grabbing or pulling, "You were passing out when you asked me to come, i didn't know if it was still ok" Reiju whispers looking to you as you gave her a warm smile "I meant every word i said" you reply making Reiju finally smile, her eyes watering a little as she looks down at the baby in her arms "Are you ok sis?" Sanji asks worried about his sister, he had no idea what you two were talking about but at least it made his sister smile "I'm an auntie... she's beautiful Sanji, I hope she grows up to be just as kind and loving as you" The pink haired girl looks up at her brother with a big smile making the cook tear up and hug his sister.

With dinner over it was now only you, Zoro, Sanji, Kuina and Reiju in the kitchen, Zoro sat next to you with his arm around your shoulder as Sanji sat next to his sister who was still holding the baby girl "I'm really sorry this happened" The pink haired girl sighs looking over at her brother "I knew farther was mad but, i didn't think this would happen" Sanji places a hand on his sisters shoulder giving her a sad look "Your farther didn't plan this" you state leaning into Zoro as the girl looks up at you a little surprised, she wasn't convinced her farther had nothing to do with this but then again the three boys have acted out of impulse before and a need to impress their farther. "Bu- bu" Kuina calls out while playing with one of the wings on Reiju's costume making her giggle "Is that my name now?" she asks the baby who repeats the name "I'm guessing she's trying to say butterfly, right?" Sanji asks leaning into place a kiss on the baby's head as she smiles and pats the wing in her hands. Zoro lays his head on your shoulder watching Sanji and his baby feeling more relaxed now that its all over. A snail phone goes off Reiju jumping a little before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a very small snail phone, she hands the baby to Sanji before standing "I should go" She seems to panic a little but Sanji stands and grabs her arm "Wait, you just got here" Zoro stands too walking over to Sanji and taking the baby off him "It's farther" Reiju sighs the phone still ringing in her hand.

Sanji's eyes turn to anger "I want to talk to him" The cooks blood boils only for Zoro's hand to pull the cook away form his sister "I don't think thats a good idea" Sanji glares at the swordsman wanting to berate his farther for almost killing you and his baby, it doesn't matter if he had nothing to do with it. "Zoro's right, please don't" You stand up the pain killers wearing off but you hold back the pain trying stop another fight with the Vinsmoke family. "Fine i won't say anything but i want to hear what he has to say" Sanji steps back crossing his arms over his chest. Reiju sighs looking down at the phone before answering it "What took you so long?" You sit back down holding your stomach feeling a little sick at hearing that voice again "I'm sorry i was busy sorting ou-" Reiju try's to make up an excuse that doesn't involve any of the straw hats only to be interrupted by her farther "Yea, i heard about the mess they've caused, what happened?" He sounded angry but it was a good thing he didn't know much. Sanji bits his tongue his face going red from anger as Zoro pulls him into his chest to try and calm the cook down while holding Kuina in his other arm. Reiju sighs putting on a stoic face as she talks "The three got into a fight with a local who disrespected them, My apologies for not being there when it happened" A sigh can be heard from the snail phone "Don't lie to me"

Your heart drops as you look at the phone "I know you want to protect your brothers but lying to me isn't going to get you anywhere. Tell me what happened" His voice got louder and more angry as he talked, Reiju looks at the three of you giving a sorry look since she has no chose but to tell him what happened, she knows that her farther most likely knows the three brothers had a run in with the straw hats otherwise he wouldn't be this mad over a destroyed village. "They attacked some of the straw hats" she states hearing silence on the other end indicating that he wanted more, she sighs before continuing "Y/n and her daughter and then later Sanji and Zoro" There's another moment of silence before the man grumbles "Are they dead?" His question causes Sanji to pull away form zoro to yell only for the swordsman's hand to go round the cooks mouth holding it, so he can't talk. You slowly stand and make your way over to take Kuina while Zoro restrains a very angry and fighting Sanji. "No, there alive, all of them" Reiju answers watching as her brother struggles against Zoro and you back away holding your Kuina "Good, those boys i told them to leave it" Sanji stops fighting at hearing the mans words "That boy is no longer my son so it shouldn't affect us" You glare at the phone in the pink girls hand as it talks "Yes i was mad when i found out since it technically is a part of our blood line now but it doesn't carry our name. We'll at least have some separation, now get back here and bring your brothers, i need a word with them" The phone clicks off and you sigh in relief glad that its all over, and he didn't know that you all were in the room.

"I'm sorry" The pink haired girl sighs putting the snail phone back in her pocket "You've got nothing to be sorry for, you handled that well" You smile at her walking over to give her a pat on the shoulder which she smiles at and runs a finger over your daughters cheek. "You gonna stop?" Zoro asks Sanji his hand still around the cooks mouth and holding Sanji's back and arms to the swordsman's chest, Sanji sighs no longer struggling and nod, the green haired man lets go of the cooks who turns and rubs the back of his head "Sorry" The blonde sighs as Zoro rubs his back "I know, i hate him too" Zoro has never met Vinsmoke Judge but that doesn't mean he can't hate the man "I should go, i'm really sorry about all of this" Reiju turns to her brother who walks over and gives her a hug "Thank you sis, I'm happy for you to visit us any time, just don't bring them" Sanji pulls away earning a smile and a nod from his sister "It was a pleasure meeting you" Reiju runs a hand over Kuina's head as she starts to fall asleep in your arms. She nods to you and Zoro before leaving the kitchen and the ship. "Are you ok?" you ask placing a hand on Sanji's shoulder, he looks a mess "I-I don't know, i'm just glad you and the baby are ok" The cook pulls you into a light hug being careful of the sleepy baby in your arms and your stomach, Zoro sigh and walks over putting his arms around you and Sanji kissing the cooks cheek "Everything's ok now, plus you got to see your sister" You smile up at the cook before leaning up to place your lips on his, he gladly kisses back running a hand up and down your back. Sanji pulls away and looks at Zoro leaning over and placing a kiss on the swordsman's lips who gladly kisses back.

"There's nothing to worry about now, their safe" The swordsman pulls away to speak looking down at you and Kuina who is now fully sleep in your arms, Sanji looks down at his daughter in your arms and smiles looking over her cute face, her rosy cheeks and how her lips part as she breaths "Sanji" Zoro finally manages to get the cook's attention as you giggle a little "Lets head to bed" The swordsman pulls away form you two heading to the kitchen door and opening it for you all. You walk out followed by Sanji who keeps a hand on your waist, turning the corner you see Usopp and Franky cleaning up after fixing the side of the ship "I didn't think it was that bad" You get there attention both looking up at you and Kuina "It was mostly internal, were done now, so she can sleep" Franky whispers moving some stuff out of the way for you "night" Usopp waves as you walk past them followed by Sanji and Zoro. Once your in the room you place Kuina down in her crib and head over to your chest of draws to get changed, Sanji leans on the side of the crib watching his sleeping daughter and taking her blanket away since she shouldn't have it while asleep. Zoro watches you take your top off struggling a bit so he heads over and helps you throwing it in the washing basket and running his hand over your bandaged stomach. You look over your shoulder at him seeing his face worried and slightly angry "It's ok" You whisper turn to face him and cup his face prying his eyes away form your stomach "Everything's ok" You lean closer placing your lips on his.

Zoro steps closer placing his hand behind your head while running his tongue over your lower lip, you open your mouth for him your tongues meeting as he hums into you enjoying the kiss you both share before pulling away. He helps you get dressed being careful of your injuries and then walks you to bed and helps you in, Sanji finally pry's his eyes away from his daughter and gets changed then crawling into bed and laying his head on your shoulder kissing your neck "I love you Mi amour" The cook whispers making you smile "I love you too darling" you whisper back placing a kiss on his forehead as Zoro gets into bed on your other side and kisses your shoulder wrapping his arm around you and onto Sanji's waist "I love you too Hunk" you look over at the tired green haired man beside you who lightly kisses your lips "I love you both" The swordsman lays his head down on the pillow next to you closing his eyes to fall sleep, "I love you too Zo" Sanji smiles running a hand up the swordsman's arm thats over your hips. The three of you lay there feeling relaxed now that the day is over but also exhausted soon falling asleep.

[mammalsofaction]

Ok i cant hold it in or put it in tags. Possible MML Spoilers under read more and this is my whole hearted recommendation for Heinz lovers to watch MML.

Its just. The Murphy's are so, SO good for Heinz

A lot of his prevalence as part of the cast is played for laughs, and 90% of the time, everyone's both annoyed and confused why hes there. Again, not an uncommon reaction to Heinz's general existence and behavior, but it drives me NUTS BECAUSE!!!! As someone who DOES know Heinz's traumatic backstories and genius potential, it makes so much SENSE that he needs it.

He NEEDS the affection and welcome of the Murphy family, who has a high tolerance for his eccentricities and bad luck in order for the Professor Time Line Legendary Do Gooder destiny to HAPPEN. Perry has done a LOT for to shift Heinz from his bitterness and anger and work out his deep pains and help him realize there was more he could try to do besides evil, but people need community. They need help, welcome, affection and to share the load of misfortune in order to truly become the best version of themselves....which is EXACTLY the themes and motifs of MML.

Whenever Heinz calls Martin and Bridgette his parents i have to bite my lip and stare into the distance. Bc i KNOW its being played for "laughs", especially since Heinz even LOOKS older than them. Heinz is pushing 50 (hes 48 in pnf canon), hes divorced with a teenage daughter that's older than Sarah. Its weird and a little off putting, but we're looking this from the perspective of the Murphys, who don't know or arguably don't listen Heinz's backstories. They don't know what Heinz's parents are like. But I do. We all do.

We know why hes jaded and hurt and immature and desperate to understand. We know that the version of Heinz in MML is. In fact. THE MOST STABLE version of Heinz we could possibly achieve. The kindest, least mean, least CLEARLY traumatised, bc his established relationship to Perry CLEARLY implies post pnf canon and that means hes had years in progress working through his self worth and self growth and it makes me want to cry. Heinz tries his absolute BEST as a father despite being divorced, which isn't always that good but Vanessa is healthy and loved....which is a FUCKING MIRACLE considering the kind of fucking role models he had. And his association of Martin and Bridgette as "mom" and "dad" is like. Fuck. Bc HERE are good parents, good people, good FRIENDS and a support group who takes care of him and shows him what its like to be GOOD and loving and supportive and to keep trying and trying and trying. I dont really think Heinz sees them as "his parents", more so he probably calls them that as a knee jerk reaction cus he hangs out with the kids more tham he does but im genuinely SO happy Heinz no longer needs to associate parenthood with fucking ABUSE and PAIN and HEARTACHE.

I dont even know what to say. I dont even know how to BEGIN dissecting Sphere and Loathing. And the DAKOTA AND HEINZ FRIENDSHIP???? UGHHHHHHH THIS SHOW FEEDS ME SO WELL

[gazeopard]

So Kique uploaded Page 812 and we see more info of Ranach's past. I don't know what to think of it...

After the Rhov and Feaf scene, we immediately get cut forward to the next day in Southspear Tribe, where we see Ranach watching Iberon sleep like Edward did to Bella in Twilight.

Then after Iberon notices Ranach watching him sleep and comments about it, he notices his Y-shaped scar on his face and asks about it.

Page 811.

He talks about how Rogio tended to his wounds after Arenak abused him, listened to his rants, silenced his mind when it became too much, and how "so, so fucking beautiful" he was.

This is the same relationship that Kique was trying to retcon as abusive on Ranach's side and paint Rogio as an innocent victim to his abuse, but here he is again, talking about how much Rogio did for Ranach. They had a consensual relationship, and so for Kique to constant claim Rogio was abused by Ranach, when both of them were toxic partners who ignored the females' suffering, is bullshit.

Then we discover how and why Arenak scarred him, because he hated same-sex relations and discovered him with Rogio.

Page 812.

Why would Ranach just make out with Rogio in an area where they'll be seen? Why is Ranach just allowing his father mark him? No one is holding him down or restraining him, or stopping him from getting away. Unless he is too scared of his father, he just lies there while his father hurts him, as if he's being restrained and pinned down by others. Why is he just whimpering as his face is getting cut open? Shouldn't he be yelping or screaming, unless he's so used to being hurt by him that he is somehow immune to pain (which would also be pretty fucked up)? Whimpering would be more like after the knife is out of him.

Also, the facial expressions of these dogs are always very few and not enough. This is supposed to be an intense or dramatic moment, yet the characters are drawn too realistic to display enough emotions. Ranach's facial expressions do not convey the pain he is in as his face is being cut at all. He looks more like he's cowering in fear than having his face cut open. And of course, Kique can't show Ranach whimpering, and he also can't show it alongside some onomatopoeia either. He has to write "(whimpering)". It's so lame.

And of course, people in the comment section are feeling sorry for Ranach, who has been established as a lying, manipulative, back-stabbing, sexist, raping, murderous bastard. Homophobia is awful, and having an abusive family is awful, and I would never wish any kind of injustice or violence upon anyone, even if they are a terrible person. But even if Ranach had a shitty childhood and upbringing, there is no excuse for the things he has done. I wouldn't be so harsh if Kique hasn't glorified his rapist character in the past. Its one thing to like a character for who they are as characters in the story, but its a completely different thing to say you would be Ranach's friend if he was a real person.

I don't know what Kique wants us to think of Ranach. Does he want us to hate him? Sympathize with him because "sad backstory"? Is he trying to make Ranach turn his life around by being in Southspear? Or does he want Ranach and Southspear to stay evil until the end of the comic? Which is it?

Ranach is such an inconsistent character, and such a one-dimensional villain, I don't even know what Kique wants his readers to think of him anymore.

Why this comic still has readers, I do not know.

[madly-empirical]

Has Hollywood Gone Batty? 

L.A. TIMES ARCHIVES

AUG. 29, 1993 12 AM PT 

Bravo to author Anne Rice (“Interview With the Vampire’s Picky Creator,” Film Clips, Aug. 22) for having the courage and honesty to publicly voice what thousands of her readers have been crying about for weeks: Tom Cruise is totally miscast as the Vampire Lestat.

Producer David Geffen is dead wrong about casting being solely a director’s choice. As members of the moviegoing public are the ones whose money will dictate how successful the film is or is not, any of the film’s financiers would be smart to listen to them (a great example of this would be the public’s choice of Clark Gable for “Gone With the Wind”).

If the screenplay remains true to its source in its dealings with the homoerotic relationship between the two lead vampires (as well as some subsidiary fangsters they meet along the way), I doubt that anyone could truly conjure the hopelessly hetero Cruise as a character actor strong enough to overcome his more-than-well-established screen persona of boy next door. His support from Geffen, himself only recently out of the closet, is curious, to say the least.

I find it ironic that the long-awaited transition of “Interview With the Vampire” from novel to screen is falling victim to another kind of bloodsucker--the Hollywood kind.

DAVE HUTCHINSON

Mission Viejo

P.S. Besides Jeremy Irons and Daniel Day-Lewis, how about three other fellow Brits for consideration, all with neck-biting experience? Gary Oldman has played gay men and king vampires with a lot of success. Or how about Julian Sands, from the low-budget wonder “Tale of a Vampire,” just released on video? And of course there’s always Ben Cross, who recently hung up his cape as Barnabas Collins in the “Dark Shadows” revival.

*

Fans of “Interview With the Vampire,” be they Cruise fans or not, must surely be aghast at his casting as Lestat. The milk-and-cookies star has neither the physical presence nor the range as an actor to effectively play the role.

Think of Dana Carvey as Dirty Harry, and you can see how implausible is the casting of Cruise as Lestat. Cruise flashing those fangs for the first time will likely engender unwarranted laughter from the audience, just as Carvey as Dirty Harry would saying “Make my day.”

With the attachment of director Neil Jordan to the project, this book seemed destined to become a fully realized artistic success after languishing for 15 years waiting to be made. Jordan should be capable of properly tackling the homoerotic elements of Rice’s sensual story, as he so ably proved with his tale of sexual ambiguity in “The Crying Game.”

Cruise’s experiment in stretching his acting range may be as painful for his audience to watch as Sylvester Stallone’s pathetic forays into comedy have been. And with the potential for a $200-million box office due to the wide public regard for Rice’s novel and the bunch-o-hunks cast producer Geffen has assembled, it is not likely that any changes will be forthcoming (as in Cruise realizing he is very wrong for the part and backing out).

Cruise as the Interviewer, yes. Cruise as Lestat (I’m still trying to stop laughing), no.

JEFF SOFTLEY

Los Angeles

*

Are they out of their cotton-picking minds? Say it ain’t so, Joe!

Back in 1978, when Rice’s “Interview With the Vampire” was first considered for a film adaptation, there was a short-lived plan to star John Travolta as the tormented vampire Louis. Now that scheme is look back on as preposterous.

But here it is 1993, and fans of Rice’s novel are forced to endure the same thing all over again, this time in the far more serious threat of Tom Cruise. Once again, the powers that be have decided to cast a young, “hot” actor they think will best pull in the big bucks, the character be damned (no pun intended).

But what was a bad idea in ’78 is a bad idea in ‘93, and oh, what a character to sacrifice! Here is a character so strong and affecting that he renders poet, novelist and National Public Radio commentator Andrei Codrescu, your Aug. 8 cover subject, momentarily speechless, and causes this same, nominally sane man to state, with apparent conviction, that an imaginary being ���lives” in the Lafayette Cemetery.

Where Hollywood has erred, I think, is in the casting of such a familiar actor in the role. Vampires in general, and Lestat in particular, get their kick from their alien-ness, from their difference from the mundane. Tom Cruise is too well-known, too famous and too, well, Tom Cruise to achieve the kind of chilling strangeness the role demands.

If seems so sad to me that the studios give so much weight to the opinions of test audiences once their films are made and the money has been spent. Just this once, it would be nice if they’d listen to their audience before the damage is done.

LAURA S. KING

Anaheim

*

And I thought I was the only one offended by the selection of Cruise to play Lestat. Finally someone with sense speaks out. Thank you, Anne Rice!

Cruise, while perfectly able to play the All-American type, is not cut out to play this most ambivalent (in every sense of the word) character. If producer Geffen and director Jordan would get over the grosses of “The Firm” for just one moment, they would see the inherent problems with this gross miscasting.

Lestat is tall and sinewy, French and aristocratic, the owner of a long, blond mane. In other films, these characteristics might be altered, but not in this case. Many of Lestat’s physical characteristics are direct results of his having become a vampire.

The main problem with the casting of Cruise--indeed the casting of any of the “Vampire Chronicles” characters--is that reader identification and affection are unusually high; readers of the “Chronicles” feel that the characters are their friends. Rice is one of the best writers today at visualization. Reading one of her books is like creating a little movie in the mind. And it is highly unlikely that anyone was imagining Cruise as the vampire everyone loves to lust.

Mr. Geffen, Mr. Jordan, the box-office receipts will swell if you follow the book and the characterizations it outlines as faithfully as possible. Trust me.

ADELE BAYLESS

Los Angeles

*

There hasn’t been such bad casting since “The Bonfire of the Vanities,” and I suggest that producer Geffen look at the box office for that one, despite its being based on a best-selling novel, when he says casting is the job of the director, not a public opinion poll.

Perhaps, with Cruise as Lestat, all of Anne Rice’s fans will just stay home and reread “Interview With the Vampire.”

E. M. BECKMAN

North Hollywood

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I concur, as would anyone with any taste and insight, that the Vampire Lestat must be played by someone with maturity, character, pathos and vulnerability, not a pasty-faced weakling.

What a shame. A marvelous story and movie are being ruined.

MICHAEL H. SUKOFF

Santa Ana

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Cruise as the Vampire Lestat is inspired. To compliment this brilliance, Jordan and Geffen should consider cameos by Beavis and Butt-head. Heh-heh-heh.

MICHAEL ROBERTS

Twentynine Palms

*

Cruise as Lestat? Why not Bugs Bunny or Sylvester the Cat, and make it a real cartoon?

Tom Cruise--never!

GARY MANNING

Hollywood

[iuuua]

just watched takt op after putting it of for like, 2 years at least. its so good?? if ur a fan of improbable post apocalyptic situations u will like this. if ur a fan of music too and have Thoughts abt how it affects ppl's lives u will like this. i just have some things to say abt this anime as soon as i finished; ill try not to spoil major plot points.

first of all, it was enjoyable. the character dynamics are very fun and almost found family, tho i think they messed up here by adding some unnecessary romance. that being said, the way they develop as people implicitly strengthens their bond to each other which i think is what makes them likable. tbh, i thought takt was only really good for eye candy for the first two or so episodes, but the aforementioned developments rlly helped me like him. hes like a tsundere, kind of.

second, imo the whole anime has an underlying sense of tragedy. the premise is that aliens get on earth and wreak havoc bc they hate music, so humanity turns music into a weapon to fight these things. its a tragedy i think, the way music is supposed to be for pleasure and relaxation (this is directly mentioned in the anime) yet its been turned into war and destruction. apart from that, the way the characters are made to go on their journey is also a tragedy, a sense of doom at the end of their paths which the anime makes you forget as they develop, right up until it's important. i think they handled this well.

my biggest complaint is the relationship turn in the last two episodes where [SPOILERS: both women who traveled with him and established that fun dynamic, which i like, kiss the main character which i didnt like]. honestly, it was unnecessary to me because their relationship was, in my eyes, developing like a found family. so that threw me off because... yeah. i guess if youre into that thing, it makes it more tragic, but for me i didnt like it.

as much as i speak about the underlying sense of tragedy and doom in the anime, it is overall an anime of hope and a love for music. i think the message is to keep loving the things that make you human, break free from the tragedy of the past and grasp the future with your hands even if that thing you grasp is the very thing that caused you pain before. in this case, it's music, which logically is something we could live without, but we're human. we arent exactly logical. we yearn for music and we yearn to listen and share it.

ok i just dumped a lot of thoughts here but really, i enjoyed it. to add, the characters are very pretty. if i were to give it a rating... 9/10? im no critic, so this judgment is pretty high compared to others but i believe it deserves this rating. i do think it tried to compile a lot in 12 episodes, because the villain of the whole thing is pretty underexplained, but the focus on the protagonists' development drive the story.

RAAAAH take this as a viewers observations, im no professional!! i do hope u enjoy iy if u do watch it!

[iliveiloveiwrite]

Here // R.B.

Request: can you do something for Robin from Prompt List 2, with prompt 2 and 21? x - anon

A/N: My first Robin fic! I hope it’s okay, I'm pretty nervous about posting this one. It goes without saying this is a female reader. This is set after the events of season 3 bc I’m trying to keep spoilers to a minimum.

Warnings: female reader, nightmares, anxiety attack, established relationship

Word count: 0.9k

Robin was struggling. It was subtle at first; complaints about not sleeping or sleeping poorly, shaking hands that were hidden under tables or napkins or blankets. But as time progressed, you could see the extent to which Robin was struggling. She had never opened up about the cause, but you knew that she had been caught up in their trouble at Starcourt Mall. And that trouble had left its mark on her. The extent to which, you had no real idea.

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It’s the rough movements of the bed that start to wake you; the way the blankets pull taut before relaxing again, only to stiffen a moment later. You can feel the thrashing of Robin’s body; her limbs kicking out wildly, knocking into you more than once. You wait a moment; waiting to see whether Robin would settle back down into her dream or whether she would crawl her way out of it as she had done multiple times in the past few weeks.

“Robin,” You murmur, voice rough with sleep. “Robin, my love, I need you to wake up.”

The words have no effect on her. She doesn’t hear them; she doesn’t recognise them. She’s so far gone into her nightmare that the only person that could bring her back was herself. Pulling yourself up, you bring your knees to your chest, giving Robin all the space she needs to thrash around the bed.

“No!” Robin screams, sitting straight in bed. The word is hoarse in her mouth; how long had she been screaming? She rubs a hand across her forehead, wiping away the sweet that had gathered there. She hadn’t dreamt of that night in a long time; her nightmares tended to revolve around the Russian interrogation and finding Steve injured. To dream of the mind flayer, watching Billy Hargrove die right before her eyes and the pained screams of Max Mayfield.

“Robin?”

No answer. Robin sits beside you, her hands trembling as she tries to catch her breath from the impending anxiety attack. Immediately awake, you sit to attention, gathering Robin in your arms and holding her tightly. “Don’t worry darling, I’m here.” You whisper, voice as soft as the blankets surrounding your waist.

Minutes pass, and the only sounds in the room are Robin’s laboured breathing and your occasional hush. As her breathing calms, you loosen your hold on her. “Do you feel okay to tell me what’s wrong?” You ask, concern lacing your tone. “You’re starting to worry me too.”

Robin hesitates; the whole story on the tip of her tongue but the words failing to come to her. She knows exactly what she wants to say but not how to phrase it. Mostly, she’s worried that you won’t believe her – that you’ll laugh and dismiss her, that she’ll lose you because of it.

“Whatever it is, Robin, you can tell me.” You whisper into the dark of the room, a hand running through Robin’s hair.

One deep breath, and Robin begins her story.

For the next hour, you listen carefully as Robin explains what happened last summer – the Russians, the interrogation she went through with Steve, the mind flayer and its attack on Hawkins and how it was covered up with some bullshit story about a fire breaking out. It all spills out of her; the words flowing freely after the initial first sentence.

As she falls silent, you sit there, utterly bewildered that Robin experienced this and was barely getting through the aftermath. Anger surges within you; not at Robin, but at the lack of care provided in the aftermath.

“You’ve gone through this alone?” You question, eyes wide as you come to terms with the story.

“Steve helps,” She murmurs, hiding her face in her hands. “He’s been through this twice before; he’s practically an expert at this point so it’s nice to have someone to talk to, but there’s only so many time you can go over the same story and question the decisions already made.”

“You have someone else to talk to now,” You state determinedly, resolutely deciding not to leave Robin’s side again.

“You believe me?” Robin whispers, voice unusually timid.

“Without a doubt,” You announce, placing a hand to your heart.

Robin feels the tension leave her shoulders. Her muscles relaxing as she lets herself breathe freely for the first time in what feels like a long time. Her main worrying since meeting you, since fallowing for you was that you wouldn’t believe what she had gone through at the mall – that the story was so outlandish that it could never be believed by any sane person. So she stamped it down, kept her tongue tied with every single time she tried to talk to you about it.

“I was so scared that you wouldn’t believe me,” Robin laughs, her voice breathy. “That you would think it was all nonsense because let’s face it – it doesn’t sound believable.”

“No, it doesn’t,” You concede. “But I believe it because it’s you. I’m here for you,” You state devotedly, “Always will be.”

Robin settles back into bed; the night a lot cooler now that secrets had been revealed and conscious’ were clear. Her head rests on your shoulder, nose burrowing in to the soft material of your t-shirt as she breathes in the faint scent of jasmine that she has come to associate with the perfume you always wear.

Your words wash over her; landing on her skin and binding with her bones. She can feel her heart rate begin to calm; weariness starting to claim her as her universe rights itself once more.

There would be a long way to go, but so long as Robin had you, she could manage it all.

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[hoodiewithhorns]

━ using your safe word scenarios ★

characters : hajime iwaizumi, tetsuro kuroo, keiji akaashi.

there will be a part 2 & 3 coming soon!

edit : p.2 is out <3

m.sterlist + requests box

▲ cw : not proof read, angst, use of safeword, “red” used as the safeword, clit spanking, mean!doms, hurt/comfort, established relationship, forced orgasm, jealousy, oral m! receiving, facefucking, foreplay f! receiving, degradation, slight punishment if you squint, aftercare/reassurance , all characters are 18+, MDNI ▼

Kuroo

- you weren’t necessarily in a good mood to be fucked roughly by him

- you just wanted some soft passionate sex with kuroo

- You assumed he’d figure out what you wanted due to him knowing you better than yourself.

- But you were wrong..very wrong.

-Not wanting to disappoint your boyfriend you played along.

- biggest mistake.

〜 ☆

you bobbed your head on his cock while he groaned at the slow pace. you were taking your time today since you weren’t in the best mood to be shoving him down your throat. you thought he take this as a sign of you wanting things slow soft and sweet, instead he took this as a sign of you being bratty, a brat who deserves punishment in his eyes.

“you little brat.” he forcefully shoved his cock down your throat. You gagged in response feeling your eyes become glossy, tears promising to spill at any given minute, looking up at him with pleading eyes hoping he’d show some form of mercy. but of course, he didn’t. tightening the grip on your hair he moved you back and forth on his cock causing you to gag and your breathing becoming heavy.

you heart ached in your chest as you tried to push him off, but to no avail. a dark chuckle leaving his throat as he watched you struggle, a sight he would commonly enjoy. “such a bad girl today huh? maybe i should go find another goodgirl. one that’ll actually listen.” you tried to shake your head as fat tears streamed down your face, the thought of him replacing you being one your biggest fears. did he mean that? just cause you weren’t in a good mood he was gonna replace you? you thought to yourself noticing the grip he had on you loosened a little. you could move away now and so you did. pulling away from his cock trying to catch your breath only causing him to get angrier. “why are you being so bad today? why cant you be a goodgirl and-“

“Red!” you choked out a sob as more tears fell from your face staining the bed sheets beneath you. sitting up, your palms resting on your thighs as you sobbed. the room went silent with the only sound present being your soft cries alongside with your occasional sniffles. confused he lifted your chin up, you pathetically looked up at him like a helpless little puppy. he finally understood what was wrong, mumbling a few curses as he got closer to you, sitting you on his lap as you cried into his chest.

“easy now baby. i’m so sorry...” he whispered thanking whatever was above that he hadn’t lost you, feeling horrible for not picking up the obvious signs you weren’t in the mood for any of this.

“d-do you really wanna l-leave me?” your voice was hoarse from one getting your throat fucked and two crying. hugging you tighter and feeling nothing but regret. each cry you let out tugged at his heartstrings. he never wanted this how could he have been so blind? you were his little baby he wanted to protect every chance he got. now you were here. sobbing into his chest all because he didn’t realize you weren’t in the right mood today. 

“never prettygirl. i’d be devastated without you in my life... I didn’t mean that I promise.” he pulled you away from his chest to face you. kissing the few tears you had left on you. even with tears pampered all over your face, to him you still managed to be pretty. even if it hurt him since he was the reason for all this, you could tell he was on the brink of tears too. he couldn’t imagine a life without you without his precious girlfriend in his life he’d be a train wreck.

“i-i...i just wanted us to go nice and gentle tonight..i didn’t have a good day today..but i didn’t want you to be mad since you like it when its rough so..”

he let out a chuckle at your last sentence causing you to look at him in confusion. “yeah being rough is nice and all but its only nice when you’re in the right mindset for it. you should’ve told me you weren’t feeling it tonight baby. If you wanna get fucked nice and gently by me you should’ve just said so my love.” he says planting a kiss on your forehead.

you smiled, reverting back to your previously cheery self making kuroo more than happy. he rested his head on top your shoulder “if you want, we can try again baby. this time i’ll give it to you nice and sweet..you’d like that wouldn’t you my pretty baby?” he whispers into your ear planting kisses down your neck as you let out a whimper feeling him smirk against your neck.

“mm-mhm please tetsu...”

he wastes no time wrapping his arms around your waist as your cunt feels him hardening again. “whatever my baby wants who am i to deny?”

akaashi

- the thought of using your safeword never occurred to you when you were with akaashi

- in fact he suggested it just in case things took a turn you didn’t like

- tonight was different though you were his innocent girlfriend who just wanted to treat him the way he treats you so lovingly

- wearing nothing but his shirt accompanied by a cute pair of panties feeling confident about your plan to please your boyfriend.

- though it doesn’t go according to plan,

you saw him sitting on the bed reading a novel still in his formal clothing. You were feeling particularly needy tonight learning a few new things you read from the internet a week ago on how to please your boyfriend sexually. you did however feel a bundle of nerves fill you up, but you just assumed it was because this was something you’ve never done before to anyone.

akaashi was not only your first, but he was your first boyfriend your first everything when it came to romance. now, putting all your insecurities aside, you were going to try out what you learned tonight on your beloved boyfriend!

 walking towards him, you crawled on top of his lap, arms wrapped around his neck to pull him in for a sweet kiss. he smirked setting his book down on the nightstand while taking his glasses off as well.

“Can I help you pretty girl?” he questioned placing his hands on your hips. “oh nothing...i just want you tonight..is that okay?” you asked, your innocent voice making akaashi smile. you were just so cute and pure in his eyes. you jump in excitement ready to initiate your plan to please your boyfriend. you started kissing him slowly yet passionately, grinding your wet cunt against his slowly hardening cock through his pants.

he opened his eyes to clearly understand what you were doing. to his shock what he assumed was correct. His innocent girlfriend who had no knowledge on how to please her boyfriend grinding up against him. maybe you were just being extra needy? he told himself. not longer after he snapped back to reality as he felt you pull away from him only to kiss down his jaw leaving a trail of soft kisses.

His cheeks becoming red as your soft lips traced down to unbutton his shirt. “so handsome..” You said kissing his chest as you went down to his abdomen. he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying this, but.... Your not gonna do what he thinks you are right?? his own girlfriend who was too shy who cried at the first attempt to sucking him off?? no he must be getting ahead of himself.

looking down once more to check up on you, he finds you unbuckling his pants letting his cock spring free. his mouth agape seeing your head already lick his precum nice and clean, pumping him a few times to get all his precum out. he shudders as your wet tongue touches his cock, giving him kitten licks here and there. taking a deep breath, shoving him down your throat all in one go, a small gag escaping from you, squeezing your eyes tightly trying your best not to cry.

humming, you bobbing back and forth making him grunt at the waves of pleasure you were giving him. Still, he felt uneasy. who taught you this?? he was always the one guiding you, teaching you how to do things yet here you were sucking him down your pretty little throat. head thrown back his groans mixed with his thoughts, he kept overthinking the reasons as to how you picked up on this.

did Bokuto teach you?? you two always got along so well..sometimes leaving akaashi to third wheel, but why was he thinking about that now??

 “shit..” he grunted as he felt his high approaching. He tried to pull your head back so he wouldn’t end up cumming in your mouth, but you stayed on his cock till he came.

smiling at him, you licked your lips, swallowing his cum. leaving him surprised at everything you’ve just done. you’ve never did any of this nor tried to. It hurt the first time you tried to give him head now here you are taking him down your throat? He couldn’t believe it.

he wanted to get to the bottomed of this quickly.

“dirty girl.” he spits out flipping you to the other side of the bed, pushing your head down to the pillow putting your ass up with your cunt in full display for him. you winced at the sudden aggressive force.

“who taught you all those things you little slut?”hooking his finger onto your soaked panties to push them aside, he shoved two fingers deep inside of your dripping hole making you whimper at the painful stretch, not giving you enough time to adjust as he pumped into you.

“k-keiji w-wait!!” you whined screwing your eyes shut to fight back your tears, while he started pumping his fingers at an inhuman pace, he hovered over you, your back to his chest while his head rested on your shoulder.

“i asked you a question, so I expect an answer.” his voice was cold and stern without a sound of love or worry. the stretch of his fingers were painful especially with how he was practically scissoring you open. your eyes rolled at to the back of your head feeling your climax approaching, but it hurt so much you weren’t used to such a rough pace.

akaashi always took his time with you. Going slow and easy, praising you, calling you his angel or goodgirl for taking him in so well. but now he was none of these things.this felt like a completely different person to what you were use to.

“mm’ n-no one! keiji- p-please s-slow down it hurts!!” you sobbed only making him click his tongue at you, your heart sank feeling foggy and uneasy.“you probably like that it hurts huh? you’re dripping around my fingers you filthy slut.” he never used a tone as harsh as this before. never calling you names or degrading you in general. the pain in your chest overlapping the pleasure as more tears fall.

“n-no not a s-slut!! p-please stop! it hurts please keiji please-“ you begged feeling your stomach tighten as he kept fingering you till you screamed, squirting all over the bed sheets. “dirty slut.” He pulled out abruptly from you causing you to choke out another sob. your body trembling at this point as you pant out in desperation to form words scared of what he might do next. “N-no more please I’ll be good i p-promise just please..” you begged him once again, hoping he’d notice the pain you were in...he didn’t.

“no. sluts like you don’t get to make decisions like that.” He was about to pull your shirt off until you screamed and kicked  “red! red! r-red!!” he moved away only to watch you curl in on yourself, hugging your knees for comfort, refusing to look him in the eyes. “baby..?” he said softly trying to move you to face him to his horror you flinched shrinking in on yourself.

“keiji... why were you s-so...mean to me i only wanted to make you feel good..you always make me feel good so why did you..” immediately, he scooped you into his arms rocking you back and forth as if you were a toddler. you cuddled up against his chest as he felt your tears fall on his chest.he didn’t mind of course. “shh its okay..its okay..” the voice he commonly spoke to you coming back, soft, reassuring, just how you liked it.

“baby..im sorry i.. I didn’t mean to be so mean..i just got scared you were maybe..well someone might’ve been teaching you these things..” you froze pulling away to look at him.

“w-what? I didn’t learn that from anyone..id never let anyone teach me or touch me but you keiji! i just..read some stuff about it online...and I wanted to test it out..” you admitted through sniffles still rubbing your tears away. He sighed as he hugged you again running his fingers through your hair. 

all you wanted was to please your boyfriend from just that, his heart skipped a beat at how sweet you were being, but the feeling was overshadowed by  feeling so stupid for letting his insecurities take the best of him.

“I’m sorry baby.. I promise to never speak to you like that ever again..you’re my sweet girl and I love you so so much.. you were just trying to do something nice for me..thank you i appreciate it my love..it felt really nice you did good.” He cupped your face in his hands, peppering soft kisses around your face.

he smiled as you giggled at the ticklish feeling, sighing in relief.

“ i love you, my sweetgirl. ”

Iwaizumi

- he got home pissed off since he saw you chatting and giggling with mattsun. 

- he needed to blow off some steam

- he didn’t mean to be so mean he really didn’t

-he was usually a soft dom but today..he was everything but soft to you.

“ filthy fucking whore. what were you doing talking to mattsun huh?” his thrusts were sharp, painful, not being prepped well enough by him making the stretch of his cock burn through your gummy walls. feeling the air in your lungs start to leave you slowly as tears streamed down your face at iwaizumis cold , heartless, tone. there was not a single trace of him, not a sign of his love. you weren't trying to make him jealous, you just spend sometime to get to know mattsun just a little more since he was friends with your boyfriend never expecting him to react like this. 

snapping back to your current situation, you arched your back letting out a loud cry as he slapped your puffy clit. “didn’t i ask you a fucking question? or did your dumb slutty brain already get fucked out of you huh?” he wrapped his hands around your throat thrusting harder and deeper in you. 

his tip painfully hitting your cervix with each thrust making you cry at the pain. you tried pushing him off with the little strength you had in you, sobbing out an apology making him roll his eyes. 

“tch, what? you think a little apology is gonna change the fact you were all “buddy buddy” with mattsun? did you forget who fucking owns you little slut?” landing another harsh slap at your clit causing you cry in discomfort. everything around you made you feel light as if you were gonna pass out from the cruel words iwaizumi spoke to you. feeling helpless as there was no sign of your once loving boyfriend. 

“maybe i should’ve invited him over, let him have a turn at ruining your slutty little cunt.”

Finally, having enough you cried out “r-red..” it was soft, gentle, easily could’ve been unheard if it wasn’t for how closely iwaizumi payed attention to you. he halted his thrusts pulling out of you completely, eyes draining of all lust and jealousy converting to concern mixed with regret. he rushed to put back his boxers on, cuddling you against his chest. 

you didn’t push him away, no you could never. he was the man you loved and treasured more than anything. you were hurt obviously, but still wanted to seek his comfort.

“i-i dont like m-mattsun haji..i only like you..only you..” your voice sounding broken. he let out a deep sigh pulling you closer to kiss your head. 

“i know baby i know... i was just jealous..you get along so well with mattsun i..went too far on you..i’m sorry you didn’t deserve that baby” his voice sounding faint but full of comfort.

“i just wanted to get t-to know him...i didn’t mean to make you mad haji..”

“i know baby shhh its okay now..i’m not mad anymore.”he cooed kissing you softly. you nodded letting your last set of tears fall onto his chest. 

slowly shutting your eyes and falling asleep in the warmth of his chest.

him on the other hand was completely mortified at your sobbing accompanied with your sniffles it echoed through his ears replaying like a broken record each time the memory got to you saying your safeword. 

“r-red..”

he never thought he’d reach that point for you to have to tell him that. he let out a few tears that night hating himself for hurting you. you forgave that very second he apologized but him on the other hand? he didn't..no he couldn’t.

let’s just say, he didn't get much sleep that weekend. 

akaashis is long asf (im sorry i just love him sm) and iwaiuzmis is short but i love these boys sm.  

i still am taking requests all links are above and down here. remember to drink water. oh and heres the m.sterlist  in case you missed it <3♡

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Make me feel batter (Law X reader) NSFW

MINORS DO NOT READ

Plot: Your boyfriend Law was happy to help when you said you wanted an IUD to prevent any unexpected kids but after a month of it still hurting you go to Law for help.

Warning: NSFW, protection, bad language, nudity.

Established relationship, reader is Female.

You don't regret getting the IUD but you just wish the dull aches and spikes of pain at random times would go away. it's been a month, you've stopped bleeding and your next regular check up is in a few hours but knowing your boyfriend he'll tell you everything is fine. The meds Law gave you work but it doesn't stop the sudden sharp pains you feel that random moments which are now affecting your daily life, You almost cut your finger off when making dinner last night because of one. Last night you did some research of your own and found out a couple of things Law probably chose to leave out, he was thorough in everything he did, so he wouldn't miss this kind of information. You thought maybe you could wait until your check up but the sharp pains almost caused another accident and that was the last straw. Walking to Law's office you knock on the metal door waiting to hear a response, the sound of shuffling was heard before the door opens, the captain looking through the crack in the door. "You ok?" he raises an eyebrow, your usually off doing work at this time so its surprising to see you. Placing your hand on your lower abdomen you sigh "I need help" Opening the door Law steps out and takes your hand "Come on" he sighs walking you down the hall.

"Wait Law, i just want to talk" you follow trying to match his pace "We can talk in the examination room" he looks back for a moment but still drags you along. You were hoping you could talk in his office but now that wasn't going to happen. Entering the room he closes the door behind you and orders you to take your pants off and get onto the examination table. "Law, i just-" he cuts you off turning to grab some gloves "We can talk while i'm working". He's normally not this grumpy with you but normally you do as your told no questions asked, plus it's been over two months since you've both had sex to prepare for the procedure. With a deep sigh you take your pants and knickers off before hopping onto the flat table. Sitting down in the round chair Law wheels himself over in one fluid motion using one hand to make the table sit up slightly so your not laying flat on your back. "Is it still hurting?" he asks as you adjust yourself on the seat "Yes, the twinges are the worst... Law i did some research" your cut off again by law moving your feet to stay on the end of the table "Scotch down let me have a look" he sighs holding your legs open as you do so "Can you just listen to me" groan finally getting the man to look up at you.

Your surprised when leans back a bit looking at you with a slight frown. You put your knees together and lean forward to hug them, placing your chin on your knees "The pain killers aren't working for the sharp pains, they come and go in the worst moment. I did some research last night and" you watched as the doctor rolls his eyes and sighs, his attitude starting to piss you off. "Don't roll your eyes at me, you left out information" you snap, your captain looking at you in slight shock, your not the type to raise your voice. "Y/n" he sighs moving closer placing his gloved hand on your leg "I know its frustrating but i left that information out of a reason." you look away from him placing your cheek on your knees "I want it to go away. i need you to help me please. If it doesn't work then fine" you sigh putting your legs down and moving to the edge keeping law in between your legs "It said sex can help" you place a hand on his face hoping he will help you. Law groans a little looking you over "It might hurt and it might not do anything to help" he sighs standing up and about to step away when you grab his belt and pull him towards you "It might but it might also help and feel good." your pleading eyes meets with his, you two stare at each other for a while the room silent until Law sighs and runs a hand over your bare leg "Tell me to stop if it hurts"

He's misses you, your touch on his bare skin, the way you call his name while moaning, the way your nails dig into his back, the feel of your wet pussy around his cock, he wants you so bad. You smile up at him and place a gentle kiss on his lips that he leans into, taking his gloves off and throwing them to the side he grabs your waist pulling your hips into his. The hard bulge in his pants rubbing against your exposed clit making you moan into your captains mouth. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and feel around while slightly moving his hips against yours, your wetness starting to seep into his jeans. Moving your hands through his hair you take his hat off and throw it aside before moving down to his button up shirt starting to undo them while enjoying his jeans rubbing against your clit and his tongue in your mouth. Law pulls away from your lips grabbing your shirt and taking it off before shrugging his own off "Your beautiful" he whispers placing kisses along your collar bone and reaching around your back to undo your bra "My handsome man... i love you Law" you moan out as he throws your bra side and runs his hand over your breasts starting to bite lightly at your neck while playing with your breast "I love you too baby" he mumbles moving his mouth down to your breasts kissing around them and nipping your skin before licking your hardened nipples.

You move your hips against his moaning slightly at the feeling of his tight jeans against your folds. "I missed you so much" you moan out pulling him away form your breasts to kiss his lips. He smiles into it before pulling away making you pout a little, "Don't worry I'll be back" he whispers walking away to lock the door and get a condom out of one of the draws placing the packet between his teeth as he walks back to you undoing his belt and button. You bit your lip fining the sight before you incredibly sexy but you can't wait as he fiddles with his pants. Reaching up you take the packet out of his mouth and open it as he gets his pants and boxers off kicking them away, his hard cock now between your open legs. You hum a little looking down at it, a beautiful blush colored thick tip connected to a long hard shaft, a thick blue vain running down the underside leading to his perfectly round and dangling balls. "You away look so good" you smile before licking your hand and lightly spitting into it and rubbing the spit into your fingers. Gently taking his cock in you hand your thumb runs over his top, it twitches as you move your hand up and down making Law grip onto your thighs and moan lightly, his eyes fixed on your hand on his dick. You place the condom on and slide it down his shaft before leaning up to kiss him, your lips meeting as he positions himself closer to you and rubbing his dick against your folds, your wet clit being touched by his top over and over again making you moan and pull away to leaning back against the upright table "Are you sure?" Law asks slightly breathless and his cheeks red.

You smile and run your fingers across his inked chest "Oh my handsome doctor... make me feel better" you moan out giving him the go ahead. Law rubs his dick against your folds one more time before putting his tip to your hole, slowly thrusting in you moan out biting on your index finger, it hurt a little but you didn't want him to stop. Half way in he stops and pulls back slightly "What's wrong?" you ask worried only for him to smile and lean over you placing a soft kiss on your lips "Nothing, just forgot about the IUD string" he pulls your hips closer making you slide down a bit under him as he pushes the rest in, your back arches with pain and pleasure the feeling of him stretching you out. Law leans into your neck and kisses it waiting for you to give him the go ahead. You pant a little and dig your finger nails into his shoulder blades feeling his dick twitch a little inside of you wanting to move "Law" you moan out getting his attention, his face leaving your neck to look into your eyes "Fuck me" you smile soon moaning out when he pulls out slightly and pushes back it, "I missed this... i-i miss your pu-ssy" Law moans one hand gripping you hip while the other pressed into the seat next to your head "You feel so good Law" you moan out pulling him closer to you as you moan out your legs wrapping around his waist. His dick slides in and out of your wet pussy at an even but fast rate, pleasure building up inside feeling like your going to burst. "Oh baby y-your... ah your so g-good" he moans out unable to control himself much as he thrusts into you, your pussy tightening around him squeezing his cock begging for more.

Moaning and skin on skin slapping fills the room as you both hold each other close. Law's head buried in your neck kissing and moaning into it as his thrusts get faster and more slippy. Your nails dig into his back moaning out his name feeling his dick hit the perfect spot inside you, moving in and out faster each time, your wet walls close around him feeling the pressure build in your stomach and a knot starting to form "Oh. Law.. i'm close" you call out you legs wrapping tighter around the mans waist. "Fuck it's so good" you cry out as he moves his head away form your neck "Im also there t-too baby... Your pussy's so good" you moan you legs shaking a little, but they refuse to let go as he slams into you, your wetness making it easy for him to slide in and out. "You wa-wanna cum on my d-dick baby?" he moans feeling your wet walls get even tighter around his hard cock. You nod moaning unable to speck anymore as you feel the knot tighten to an unbearable pleasure. he moans out before crashing his lips onto yours, his hips jerking into you as he gets close, his heavy balls slapping your ass as he goes deeper into you. Moaning into his mouth the knot snaps a wave of pleasure rolling over your body and your toes curling as he thrust into you soon cuming as well.

He pants and moans out pulling away form your mouth thrusting hard into you a few times before coming to a stop. Both out of breath he places his forehead against yours staying inside your warm wet pussy for a little longer, you smile up at him feeling his dick twitch a little inside but keep your legs around his waist wanting him to stay. "Thank you" you manage to get out, Law laughing a little and shakes his head "Your too good for words you know that?" he leans in placing his lips on your moving his hands to your legs and prying them off him, so he can pull out. You moan a little as he does, your clit still very sensitive as the cold air of the office hits it. You reach out for him taking his arms and bring them back to you "I still need my doctor" you smile not wanting the moment to be over, "Still in pain baby?" he asks leaning over you again "No. But its almost time for my check up" you run your hands up his arms and down his chest looking him over before looking back into his eyes. he laughs a little running his hands up your sides and cupping your breasts "your right, i need to give you a physical.... look at you, already for me, such a good girl" he smiles bending down to place his lips on yours.