#thank you anon this was a joy to witness

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Possessive

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Word Count: 1,900+

Synopsis: Rob Lucci was obsessed with you the moment the inner beast caught your scent in Galley-La. Now all alone after trailing you for a month, he finally manages to catch you and make his desires known.

Themes: yandere!rob lucci x gn!reader, yandere, dub con, mentions of beast (leopard), half-shifted lucci, feral lucci, hunting, tracking, nudity mentioned (reader and lucci), kisses, confessions of love, biting, licking, marking, leaning into a little bit of monster-loving, sfw - no smut, I think hybrid au? Hybrid nature, mentions of 'mate'.

Edit: shifter Rob Lucci, not hybrid 🖤. Thank you anon!

Notes: Yandere Rob Lucci has been on my mind lately. He needed to get out.

Tag list: @gingernut1314 @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @feral-artistry @sordidmusings @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @i-am-vita @sunflowersatori @extremely-ashtridic

His eyes snapped shut as a deep shudder coursed through his body, tingles shooting sparks of ignition down his spine and up to his head. He parted his lips and inhaled a sharp, hissed breath as his canines extended, his eyes reopening and slitted pupils expanded to eclipse his irises with a feral animosity. Your sweet scent swelled his heart, his lungs ignited as his blood began to pump at the thought of the hunt recommencing. 

It had been months of withholding you from his thoughts, pushing his urges for you down as he focussed on his missions and orders granted to him from Cipher Pol. After finally being granted a small reprieve between assignments, he allowed himself the luxury of beginning his pursuit of your trail once more. 

He left Hattori behind at his base, truly not desiring the pigeon to witness his carnal desires overcome his usual stoic and cold nature. Never truly giving into his Zoan Devil-Fruit, he usually has the beast lingering and lurking beneath the surface. In truth, he had never truly desired to give in to the animal nature, desiring to remain cool and level headed in his ruthless brutality.

Until that one time your sweet scent shot through his nose and ignited his feral need to state a claim for another being. 

Meeting you and the rest of your crew at Galley-La, he was struck by your appearance and that gentle laugh you offered the sniper, Usopp, when he recounted a tale of his youth at Syrup Village. Everything seemed to slow in motion, his heavy breathing and dilated pupils were the only sounds within the crowd as he lay struck and fixated on every movement. 

He was struck dumb by your laugh, the smile held him hostage as it softly spread up your lips and painted your cheeks with your joy. It almost made him wish to fling his plans of betrayal to the wind and sink his claws and teeth into you and hold you close. His needs tugged at his heart, his instincts and animalistic nature keening and screaming at him to give in and claim you as his. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and committed your fragrance to memory.

The taste of your skin on the wind propelled him to drive harder, push his body further, and fully give in to his cravings for you as he felt his skin shift and split to make way for fur and claws. Rolling his shoulders back, the muscles compacted first before straining to enlarge with his beastial form. 

His legs picked up as the wind brushed past his face with quickened pace. Each stride had his blood boiling, his heart soaring at the knowledge that you were getting closer and closer with each feral leap and spring he made. Another factor he took into consideration was ensuring you were far enough from your crew to not call for help. The scent of the Straw-Hats were no longer lingering near you, and he was desperate in wanting to claim you as his all alone.

Slowing to a soft prowl, his eyes finally met with your form. Stooping low, you filled up several cantinas of river water and placed them within a wicker basket to return to your crew. He inhaled deeply to catch your sweet scent on the wind, his purred growl exiting his lips with a lengthy exhale to process it. 

Head snapping upwards, you attempt to locate the source of the guttural sound. The small twitch has Lucci’s stomach coil tightly and jaw falling slack at the sight. You were just a meek little thing. So defenseless and unprotected. 

As you return to your duties of filling up the final cantina for your crew, he watches as you take a moment to look around for any danger before stripping yourself down to your undergarments and retracting your towel from the basket beneath the water containers. His breath hitches as you strip yourself bare and slip into the reeds, all exposed for him and relaxed beneath the sun. 

Laying flat on your back and remaining buoyant and floating in the freshwater, he remained helpless and observant in knowing you had stretched far from his reach at this moment. His devil-fruit had claimed his ability to swim, but his need and desire for you only grew the moment your warm flesh lay bare before him. 

He made himself small, lowering himself to the ground and his claws dug into the ground the longer you eluded him. If you would venture closer to the bay, he could easily capture you in his clutches and tug you away from the shore. 

Lucci was a patient man, his work undercover in Galley-La for five long years was a sentiment to his persistence and perseverance. His body began to slowly rock from side to side, pacing as his muscular shoulders rolled with each crouched motion as he lay fixed on your form. Nothing could break him away from this concentration, you were the only thought occupying his mind. 

The moment your hand brushes with the side of the floral riverbank, Lucci pounces. His half-shifted body springs forward, capturing you from the water and tugging you towards the ground cover of underbush. His hand finds your lips, clapping his palm over them to stifle your muffled scream. 

The panic is written on your face as Lucci cages you beneath him, ensuring your legs remain well hidden in the shrubbery by tucking them beneath his thighs and wrapping his patchy tail around them. His dangerous, golden eyes beam down at you, his canines extended and his muzzle-like jowls pull back to reveal his pointed teeth to you. 

Fear tainted your scent, the air tasting bitter and tart mixing with your natural sweetness the longer his beastial form pinned you beneath him. He could see in your eyes, and feel the vibrations of your whimper beneath his palm, that you expected to die at this very moment. He leaned down further, hovering his open mouth over your jugular and feeling your throat gulp back and stifle your shock. 

Clamping your eyes shut, all of your thoughts are on your crew. You were foolish to assume you could ever have a moment of peace while traveling with the Straw-Hats. Thinking you could indulge in your desires for a short dip in a warm ravine, you truly had no idea that your day would end like this. 

The sworn enemy of your captain, a dangerous Zoan-Fruit user taking shape in his leopard half-shifted form and caging you beneath him. His breath felt hot on your neck, and his teeth threatened to puncture the skin and claim your life as his trophy. As you prepared yourself for your final moments alive, you furrowed your brows and reopened your shocked eyes.

A coarse tongue lolled out and grazed your throat with a slow and deliberate flicker. You gulp back your shock as another intentional stripe was made against your pulse, his teeth now nuzzling you with his snout and huffing your flesh like an addictive fragrance. Your body shook in shock as he pressed more of his body against yours, his radiant heat keeping you warm as he licked off the dewed droplets of water from your skin. 

The clawed hand began to caress your cheeks beneath his grip on your lips, his tongue and teeth continuing to grind against your pulse and taste your flesh. Your body responded to him by arching your back and betraying any thoughts of attacking him as he savored your flavor with a purred hum. You bit back a gasp as his teeth begin to mouth at the sensitive point beneath your ear, gently biting and marking you as you lay captured beneath him.

“Finally alone,” he purred against your skin, nuzzling his muzzle against your skin, “Finally within my clutches.” He licked a long stripe up to your chin and flicked his coarse tongue over it. You shudder, shivering as you unintentionally hide your body beneath the warmth of his larger frame. You round your eyes, looking up at his face as he hovers over your own. 

His eyes hold a possessive and captivating aura within them, your breath stolen from you as his human form begins to return to his features. His eyes remain slitted and blown with desire, but his body falls back to the form you are more familiar with. Slowly removing his hand from your lips, his gaze focuses on the way they part and gasp for air beneath him. Each soft inhale had a whimpered exhale, your fear still evident in your face as his bare skin warms your own beneath him. 

“If you are going to kill me, kill me, Rob Lucci,” you whisper, darting your eyes between his and hardening your resolve. His chest rumbles with a growling purr as he rests his elbows by your chest and slowly slots his arms beneath your shoulder blades. 

“Kill you?” he whispers, hovering his lips over yours and breathing in your air, “Whatever drew you to that conclusion?” He captured your lips beneath his in an open and possessive kiss, stealing a moan from you as he pressed his body flush with yours. The scrape from his cropped beard over your chin tickled against your flesh as he parted his lips and hummed into yours. 

Blinking back your shock, you apprehensively hook your arms over his shoulders and hold him against you as you return the desperate and feverish kiss with a sweetness and timidity he was not expecting. The softer you returned his kiss, the more brutal he pressed his lips and tongue into you. If you attempted to retract from his lips, he simply arched his back down into you and pressed his entire mass flush against you. 

The fact that you were both naked beneath the foliage cover had you feeling more anxious and concerned about being found. For Lucci, it felt as natural to him as sitting in the sun and enjoying it's warmth.

He enjoyed your touch so much so that it came to him like a breathy release of built up tension. His lips continued to mouth at you, his tongue caressing and grinding against yours as he claimed your desires and ignited his own desperation with each motion. 

Finally pulling away from your lips, his eyes grew half-lidded and blown as he looked to the saliva connecting your parted lips to his with lust written in his blown pupils. He shuddered out a low and powerful groan as he looked to where his lips, tongue and teeth marked over your neck while in his beastial form. 

“Mine,” he uttered darkly, slowly pressing his lips against your neck and holding them firmly against your skin, “Only mine.” You gulped, blinking back your shock as he continued to ravish you beneath the shrubbery. His lips felt desperate and warm, his voice now chirping and chittering as he happily lapped at your bruising and made them deeper in hue and rise higher in swollen texture. 

The beast within him was chanting a single word alongside your name with glee, enjoying how your arms continue to hold him against you softly. Purring against you, he finally vocalized the word with a possessive growl against your skin.

“My mate,” he breathed out through his nose, lips continuing to press against your pulse as you freeze up beneath him, “All Zoan-Fruit users have one, and you?” he pulled away, hovering his face over yours with his eyes darkening, “Oh you, sweet thing.” 

Nuzzling his nose against yours, he cooed and purred down at you while his eyes remained feral and possessive. Your own eyes widened as he uttered two words that would change your fate forever. The two words that had you screaming internally to flee and return to your captain, but your heart swelling and yearning to make those words true. He spoke them with such sincerity, you almost swooned at his immediacy. 

“You’re mine.” 

[ninibeingdelulu]

heyy could you do a pregnant female reader x geto please like hc or however u want thank youu

How he act when you’re pregnant ft. suguru geto

a/n: ty 4 the request anon!

Suguru may be the fearsome leader of an anti-non-sorcerer cult, but deep down there's still a part of his soul that belongs solely to you and the child growing within your womb.

He masks his true feelings with that signature cold, impassive facade around his loyal followers.

But whenever the two of you are alone, his icy exterior immediately melts away bit by bit.

Suguru can't resist the temptation to kneel before you, gently cradling the swell of your pregnant belly between his calloused palms.

His thumbs map out the rippling flutters and kicks from within as if decoding an ancient arcane language.

"Do you feel our heir shifting inside, my love ?"

His deep rumble always takes on an uncharacteristically hushed reverence during these tender moments. "So powerful...just like their mother."

He'll then dip his head to pepper soft, lingering kisses against your stomach - wordlessly conveying his boundless pride and adoration for the new life blossoming under his fervent worship.

When the pregnancy insomnia and restless nights inevitably strike, Suguru is the first to sense your stirring beside him from even the lightest change in breathing pattern.

Without a word, he'll enfold you into his strong embrace, palming soothing circles over your lower back and whispering indecipherable words laced with cursed energy directly against your skin to ease your discomfort.

"Allow me to bear this burden for you both, my darlings..."

He'll rasp the entreaty like a sacred mantra repeatedly until you've drifted back into a blissfully dreamless slumber cocooned in his protective heat.

Once you're finally due, Suguru wastes no time ruthlessly dispatching any who attempt deterring him from remaining glued by your side during labor and delivery.

He is a man possessed - fueled by sheer stubborn willpower and the ferocious desire to bear witness to this historic event.

The instant that robust newborn cry pierces the air, he shatters. Suguru openly weeps unrestrained tears of rapturous joy while clutching your sweat-dampened brow to his chest - the last of his emotional levees obliterated.

He remains equally awestruck cradling that tiny squirming bundle, studying every indescribably perfect detail with an intensity you've never witnessed before.

"Look what your incredible strength has brought forth, sweetheart..." Suguru's sandpaper baritone cracks with each hushed endearment while rocking the newborn firmly against his thrumming heart.

[hotheadedhero]

Ok.. so this is for rise. Imagine, like future reader having comed back with CJ, but they only appears after the fight. And reader is just f/caked up, compared to the current reader. Idk if I’m making sense.

This could be platonic, or romantic but it’s just basically. How would the present turtles react to their future best friend/SO from future looking so scard and mentally and physically exhausted and so “out of character”, their personality has completely changed, they are just, grieving, and grumpy.

Sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😭

AN: I think I just puked from excitement, holy cheese. I've wanted to write something related to the movie but wasn't sure what, so thank you Anon 🙏 I hope I got the right idea. I've also only seen the movie once so apologies for any inaccuracies :')

Past Days, Future Pain

Rise Turtles x Reader

Warnings: contains spoilers for the ROTTMNT Movie, angst

Premise: 

You knew that Michelangelo opening a portal into the past would be a gamble. You knew there was a chance that there would be complications. You just didn't expect to get separated from Casey Jr upon entry. In actuality, you hadn't anticipated to be joining him in his journey at all. The fight with the Kraang was meant to continue with you in it but Leonardo just had to push you into the portal. There's no telling what negative developments could arise with you being here and bumping into your old friends and, more importantly, your younger self. A worn laugh breaches your lips in a huff. Donatello would have a field day with this last-minute decision made by his brother. 

From atop a building, you gaze over the pristine city, untouched by the nearing destruction you have grown so used to. It would be nice to say that everything is just as you remember it but this peace is a luxury you have long forgotten. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath in. The air is so clean - a statement you never thought you would use to describe New York of all places. Voices dance all around, engaging in their idle chatter, obliviously free. 

You frown. No time. There's no time to get nostalgic. Doomsday is just around the corner and there's no telling if that ball's already running in motion. Casey may have been born in ruin but you'll be damned if he witnesses apocalypse's birth.

Hours later, you would find out that, yes, doomsday is ripening into a poisonous fruit. Kraang minions are littered around the city, gravitating around the tall building where, just above it, Pandora’s box is open. It's too late, isn't it? The one chance you had. Gone. Your bleak reality is returning to fruition. As monstrous beings come at you left and right, your world darkens in tandem with all around you. Hope is lost for a second time. All the same, you continue to fight. Every breath, every swing, could be your last but still, you fight in the hope of at least finding Casey. You need to find him. 

By the time you do, all is vanquished. You could cry from joy if part of you didn’t believe it was all a dream. There, you see all your old friends. Some you would have seen just hours ago, others you haven’t seen in many years. You pull the goggles from your face and rest them on your head for a better look. 

“Sorry, I’m late. Did I miss the grand finale?”

They all turn when they hear the new voice and each goes wide-eyed. The turtles look between you and… you! Present you. Future you. Young. Old. The space-time continuum isn’t going to like this one. It’s one thing to meet the son of Cassandra but a future (Y/n)? Wild. Looks like they’ll be getting to know you. Again.

There's no way to return home. Your home is gone. Now that the timeline has changed, the only thing to do is to get comfortable. It'll be difficult. The only comfort you know is terrorised screams and running for your life. Adjusting to the world from which you came is going to be no easy feat and the turtles adjusting to this version of you is… well…

Raphael

The Wounded Warrior

To a fault, it’s always been Raph’s mission to protect you, ever since you first met. It saddens him to know that his future self couldn’t do that for you. From head to toe, you’re practically littered with scars. He doesn’t want to seem rude by staring but he can’t help it. He’s ridden with guilt for events that haven’t even happened. Events that won’t happen now thanks to them but that doesn’t change the fact that they’ve still happened to you. He notices how you avoid mirrors, how you avoid reflective surfaces altogether.

His fingers absentmindedly glide beneath his right eye. To an extent, he can understand what you’re going through. His experience doesn’t dare compare to what nightmares you’ve endured but it’s the ownership of a wound from said experiences. The memory associated with it and being reminded of those horrors every time you so much as look at yourself. It’s tiring. You look so tired; worn, broken, and beat.

Raphael frowns at himself. It would be hypocritical of him to preach tribute to your valour when he struggles to acknowledge his own. He could try all he wants to make you feel better but you’d likely call him out on the irony. That doesn’t stop Casey Jr and his brothers from psyching you both up when they recount stories from your ventures. It lumps the two of you into a corner but a corner you share nonetheless. As the others share their tales, he looks down at you, noting the way you fidget and avoid the praise. When he pulls you in for a side hug, you look up at him and he flashes a coy smile, making you do the same. There’s not much he can do for your physical scars but he can be there to share in the mild awkwardness of being glorified at least. 

Leonardo

The Tortured Trooper

He tries many times to get a laugh out of you, just as he would with the (Y/n) he’s grown to cherish but no dice. Nothing he does works and it’s such a harrowing disparity. He himself has had a life-changing revelation because of all that’s happened but he couldn’t imagine what 20 years of that could do to a person. Well, he doesn’t need to imagine it. The result is right in front of him and translated through your future self. When he isn’t trying to put on some show for your amusement, he watches you. He notices how you stare off into dead space. Your eyes pale and glass over and he doesn’t need to think hard about where you disappear off to. 

One night, he’s unable to sleep, pondering ways to get you out of your funk. His thinking would get cut short, however, when he hears a shrill cry come from your quarters. Sword in hand, he bolts for your room, expecting to find a threat but it’s just you. You’re hunched over, shaking and struggling for air, drenched in sweat. He carefully drops his sword and crawls out in front of you, trying to get you to calm down. You latch onto him with a deathly grip as if your life depended on it. 

"I saw you die b-before coming here,” you sob out in broken breaths.

These are rare moments for Leo but it’s the kind of time where he doesn’t know what to say. No quip, no bad joke, no charming motivation. Nothing. All he can think to do is hold you and let you cry into his shoulder. It’s not much but if he can at least be there for these dark hours, that’s enough.

Donatello

The Hateful Hero

He's so used to fighting your present self's hug attempts that your chosen isolation throws him off course. Any attempt to even breathe in your direction is met with a raised weapon and a second-nature standoffishness. The laser-focused glare in your eyes for the short second you’re ready for battle is enough to give Donnie chills. He knows you’ve been through a lot but himself and everyone else included are your friends, aren’t they? They’re the one group of people guaranteed that you’re safe around.

Hypothesis: you’re so used to fighting for your life, that your body doesn’t know how to readjust to a more peaceful setting. As peaceful as you can get in this place, anyway. Your fight or flight response must be fried, constantly geared in combat mode. He tries to make the lair as hospitable as possible, filling it with things he knows his version of you likes. This only enrages you further and he has to believe that his initial theory may have been slightly off. When he tries to get an answer as to why, you just sit back in your corner and scowl off.

“How do I know this won’t all go away, too?” you ask bitterly.

Donnie stares down at you and slowly joins your side with no response. He dislikes questions he can’t answer with his usual certainty but he doubts any reassurance could put you at ease right now. It’s clear to him now. You’re scared to get close in case you lose it all again. He can’t guarantee that another doomsday won’t arise but he can say that they’ll be ready, at least. Until you’re soothed of your worries, he’ll let that be known every day if he has to.

Michelangelo

The Sullen Soldier

Mikey has always valued togetherness with his family and friends. He’s always cherished the joy that comes with unity, the memories that you make together. That’s why it’s so heartbreaking to see you shy away from the entire group. The only person who can get more than a few words out of you is Casey Jr but that’s understandable given all of what you’ve been through together. What happened to his fun-loving (Y/n) to turn you into this husk of a person? In hindsight, he and his brothers only caught a glimpse of the disastrous future from whence you came and that’ll be enough to last him a lifetime.

That makes this all the more terrible in his eyes. The world has been saved, the threat vanquished, and everyone is happy except for you - the one person who, outside of his family, means the most to him. He knows that deep down inside that gloomy shell you want to be a part of the household. You just need a gentle push in the right direction. 

What’s the one thing that fixes everything? Pizza! That’ll do the trick for sure! It may not necessarily fix everything but it’ll get a smile out of you. That’s all he wants. You take that first bite and he sits at the ready. Even a little smirk would be good enough. Your lips move and then they start wobbling. Before he knows it, they’re scrunched up and silent tears run down your cheeks. He assumes he’s done more damage than good but, then, you smile up at him sadly with watery eyes and quietly thank him. Mikey can feel tears of his own blur his vision as he joins you. He’ll know the world is right when you can spend time together without crying over each other.

Bonus:

The Knowledgable Knight

You don’t even recognise the person you’re looking at despite it being you. This young dear, so bright-eyed and so unknowing to the terrors you carry with you. A version of you long bypassed from the two decades of war. They have so many questions they wish to ask - you can tell - but they hold back in fear of seeming insensitive. You almost find it funny given who they are.

When there is a moment alone, you only have one thing to say, “Life is precious, so lead yours reasonably and to the fullest, okay?” 

They smile sadly and nod in understanding. They don’t need to know all of what you’ve gone through to know that life shouldn’t be taken advantage of. It’s a lesson to learn from yourself and, funny enough, yourself.

“And one other thing,” you continue, playfulness hinted with the light smirk on your face. “For the love of God, just tell him how you feel already. You never know if you might end up losing your chance.”

Your younger self goes wide-eyed and there’s practically steam coming off their face but they give you their promise with a raised thumb. You do the same and wish them all the best. Even if you’ve had a life of lost opportunities and lost love, that doesn’t mean the same needs to be true for you again. You watch them run off and glance around the room. Whilst you hold the pain of a future no longer to be, you can take solace in the fact that it won’t be repeated. The apocalypse can’t lay its wretched hands on anyone else. You sit down and let your weary bones rest, well and truly for the first time in years. A long breath washes out of you and, finally, you feel a sense of ease. 

Maybe there is such a thing as second chances.

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Hey! Hey, you! Yeah, you. Got a little message for ya!

There's no telling where life is going to go, what challenges it'll throw your way. We may be left with scars, or feeling hopeless. Sometimes our pain comes back to haunt us, or we lash out. Just know that it gets easier. We are all heroes of our own battles. We've lived to tell the tale and we are strong. Don't ever forget that. Keep your head held high and keep your loved ones close, whether that be family, friends, pets, or four awesome turtles <3

[yuff7e]

haiiiii!! this is my first time requesting so sorry if it like shows up weird or anything but..

I was wondering if you could write tanjiro, zenitsu, inosuke and maybe genya (if you write for him ofc) reacting to a usually very aloof and stoic male reader genuinely smiling at them for once? like they told him that they loved him for the first time and instead of just ignoring them bro gave them the most gorgeous smile ever and was like “I love u 2 😊”

thank uuuu!!! sorry if it didn’t really make sense! p.s I adore ur writing MWWWAH!!!

🤍﹒⪩ “𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐎” ⪨﹒🤍

𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

hii anon !! this is actually the cutest request ever. i’ll definitely write it for you !! and tysm, i adore you !! i hope you enjoy this one-shot and tell me what you think !! :) ఌ︎

♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı

✧.* 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

“[name]… i—” tanjiro stuttered, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to find the right words. after nearly four months of wrestling with his feelings, he finally mustered the courage to speak the three words that had been weighing on his mind since the day you two started dating. “i love you.” his voice was filled with sincerity and vulnerability as he gazed into your eyes, desperately hoping for a positive response.

tanjiro didn’t expect much, especially not from you, given your typically stoic demeanor. as he nervously awaited your response, he observed the subtle shift in your expression from stoicism to raw emotion, causing his eyes to widen in astonishment. “i love you too, tanjiro!” you exclaimed, a radiant smile spread across your face as joy and affection filled your voice. his shock melted into a mix of relief and overwhelming happiness as his heart thumped with love.

“wha— [name]!” tanjiro exclaimed in disbelief, pulling you into a snug embrace, his arms wrapped securely around you. “i didn’t expect this, i love you so much, [name]. you’re the best boyfriend i could ever ask for.” overwhelmed with emotion, he held onto you tightly, cherishing the moment and the depth of his feelings for you. in response, you reciprocated the embrace, squeezing him back, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.

✧.* 𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀��𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀

“i really love you, asshole! so don’t die!” inosuke cried out, his voice filled with raw emotion as he cradled your seemingly injured body. you weren’t seriously hurt, but every time you got even slightly injured, he would freak out.

“inosuke, i’m fine—” you began to reply, but then stopped abruptly as his words sank in. you realized despite his rough exterior, inosuke truly cared for you in his own unique way. he might not fully grasp the concept of love, but his feelings for you were genuine.

looking up at him with wide eyes, you met the gaze of a his boar mask, feeling a surge of warmth and appreciation for the sudden declaration. without hesitation, you jumped up and wrapped your strong arms tightly around his neck, beaming with joy. “i love you too, inosuke!”

inosuke was immediately caught off guard by your enthusiastic reaction, especially considering the amount of energy you were wasting by squeezing him so tightly. despite his initial surprise, he couldn’t deny the overwhelming feeling of joy that washed over him as he felt you pressed against him.

“hey!! what the hell— you can smile?!” he screams, grabbing you by your shoulders and shaking you back and forth.

✧.* 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

zenitsu had always been attracted to girls from the very beginning, his desperation evident as he clung to them, pleading for them to be his bride. you observed his antics with a mix of amusement and bewilderment, yet your genuine care for the boy remained steadfast, leading you to risk your life for him on numerous occasions.

as zenitsu witnessed the depth of your unwavering concern and selflessness, a newfound realization began to blossom within him — a stirring of emotions for his dear friend, [name].

after a while, zenitsu finally mustered up the courage to express his feelings to you. once you reciprocated, it didn’t take him long to pour his heart out. “i love you so much, [name]-chan! i’ll do anything for you!” he declared, taking both of your hands in his own and kneeling toward your face, his eyes filled with sincerity and devotion.

witnessing his heartfelt confession filled you with a burst of energy, and you couldn’t help but beam with joy. “i love you too, zenitsu!” you replied, your words carrying the weight of your own affection and gratitude. upon hearing your words, zenitsu was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face and snot rolling messily as he wiped it with the sleeve of his bed-shirt. “i promise, i’ll be good to you forever, [name]-chan!” he exclaimed, his voice choked with tears as his eyes reflected his unwavering commitment to you.

✧.* 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀

genya swallowed heavily, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared to reveal his true feelings to you. you’ve been dating for eight months now, and he was terrified. with sweaty palms and a nervous expression, he faced you, the weight of his emotions hung in the air. this unfamiliar sensation was something he had never experienced before.

as you gazed back at him, your head slightly cocked to the side, your expression stoic and unreadable, revealing little of your own thoughts and feelings. “[name], i have something to say..” he declared, his voice tinged with nervousness, you watched him closely, noticing the flush that colored his face. your eyes locked onto his, silently urging him to continue.

“i.. i really.. love you, and.. i’ve truly appreciated these past few months we’ve spent together. you’re a really good guy, i really, really love you, [name].” genya confesses, his words filled with vulnerability. as he reveals his feelings, your expression swiftly transitions from stoic to joyful. without hesitation, you jump onto him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. “i love you too, genya!” you exclaim, causing him to stumble back slightly, caught off guard by your reaction; but smiling to himself as he witnesses your joyful side.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

[philistiniphagottini]

hii ^_^ dragon anon im lazy to put the emoji 💋 dan feng (hc: he has a snake like tongue OH MY GOD)

Hi dragon Anon, I always love when you come back to my inbox I hope you are doing well :) oh my god, yes I have the same headcannon that i know a few of my moots share that dan feng has a snake tongue welcome to the club. Thanks for the request, hope you enjoy~

cw. making out, dan feng get a little freaky with that tongue hehe, gender neutral reader, chubby reader

Dan Feng finds joy in the startled, little squeak you let out when his long, serpentine tail lazily coils around your leg and draws you closer to him. Here in his private little garden, no one would witness when he lovingly sinks his sharp claws into your soft sides and draws you into his open maw. You accept your fate without much fuss when you feel the warm brush of his lips on your mouth, the touch as delicate as rose petals as you fall under a bewitching spell. 

A warm hum tickled the back of your throat as he pressed his lips against yours again, with a little more sense of urgency as his tail coiled tighter around your thigh and dragged you closer. His hand slowly trailed along the curve of your spine, sending little ripples of electricity to race up and down your back as your eyes slipped close in a moment of bliss. Your hands tangle in his robes, fingers knotting tight in the silken fabric as your heart beat wavered in your ears and your skin burned with the intensity of the open flames of a furnace. You squirmed on the spot, every hair on the nape of your neck standing up in anticipation as Dan Feng’s fingers twist into the soft locks of your hair. You return the same gesture, hands diving for his hair when you feel his sharp teeth pinch at the plush skin of your lips. 

With a soft sigh of content you allow his forked tongue to slip past the bruised seam of your lips, a pleased purr stirring in Dan Feng’s chest as he lapped at the beads of saliva clinging to the corners of your mouth. You can taste him tingling on your taste buds when you swallowed, his tongue breaching further into your mouth as he completely dominated the space with an untamed hunger. He delighted in the soft noises that stirred in your throat as he smothered you with his unnaturally long tongue, catching your own lolling tongue between his fangs and sucking on it with sordid content. 

You exchanged heated moans of passion, your head spinning in a tizzy as your lungs pinched in your chest and stars danced behind your closed lids. The tips of your fingers tingled with numbness as you tugged on the roots of Dan Feng’s hair, nails scratching pleasantly along his scalp as his forked tongue flickered in the heat of your mouth. You only pull away when the need for oxygen interrupted the blissful moment, but as far as Dan Feng was concerned, he only needed you to breathe as he chased your lips the moment you pulled back. You sputtered, eyelashes fluttering madly over your burning cheeks as Dan Feng’s fingers squished into the soft pudge of your cheeks and he gently coaxed your lips back to him. 

“Dan Feng” you softly complained, voice muffled against his lips as he pursued you. 

“Not yet” he gently demanded. 

His fingers curled around your chin, tipping your head back in his direction as his lips ghosted over your skin. A soft chuckle breezed past your lips as he nipped at your skin, the scales on his tail shimmering as the branches of his horns flickered with a faint light. Your dragon was very demanding this evening and he was not going to let you get away so easily, no matter how much you squirmed. Wisps of his ebony locks tickled your cheeks as he bunted his cheek into yours, spreading his scent until it bled into your skin and lingered as his lips hungrily sought yours once more. You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips as his tail slipped around your plump waist, almost completely hoisting you into the air as he stared down at you with lidded eyes. 

“I will not brook your disobedience tonight, little love.”

[night-raven-tattler]

Hiyya, hopefully the request is still open. I really like your writing so I hope my request is no trouble.

Can I request Silver and Sebek about them having a nightmare? They're in relationships with MC/prefect and sleep together. They have a nightmare about MC and woke up with MC beside them.

If you accept this, thank you.

Hello, anon! Mx Tattly appreciates your request, hope you enjoy!

Night troubles

Characters: Silver, Sebek × Reader (separate, romantic)

Warnings: mentions of violence in Sebek's nightmare part

By opening the document, you agree to Mx Tattly's terms of source confidentiality.

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Silver’s dream have always been very vivid

He could never tell if that was a blessing or a curse, especially considering how much he slept

Every green field he stepped on, every cloudy sky he watched, every word and every laughter from the people he encountered felt real, even if he knew they were all in dreamland

It made his heart feel a little lighter when he was being woken up from a pleasant dream, even if he fell asleep during important moments: the good feeling from the dream made his guilt of falling asleep a little bit easier to bear

Lately you’ve become a recurring presence in his land of dreams

You’d always smile at him, laugh at him, squeeze his hand with so much warmth and joy that he’d promise you to always treasure your hands

But sometimes…

The smile would falter, the laughter would die

The hand would turn cold and pull away as you try to run away from him

It was enough to leave him unsettled for days

But this time, the nightmare became different

As soon as your hand left his, you ran away into a dark forest, screaming you never want to see him again

That he wasn’t good enough, that he was a disappointment

Sentiments echoed by Sebek’s booming tone as the echo of your steps became smaller and smaller

Lilia shook his head disapprovingly, refusing to even look at his son

And Malleus…

He stared down at him, his fury awakening the most ravaging storm and thunder Silver has ever witnessed

Suddenly he found himself running away in shame, tears streaming down his own face

Just like that night when he was a child, and he found out he’s more alone in the world than he thought

So he ran, ran as far as his little feet could carry him, in the middle of the storm darkening the forest more and more…

…

One particular thunder shook Silver awake

Silver’s eyes opened suddenly and he gasped for air desperately

He got up from his sleeping position, pulling the blanket with him

He tried not to drown in the lonesome silence for a few long seconds, until he felt a warm hand rubbing his back comfortingly

“Silver, are you okay? What happened?”

Your hand was so warm and solid against his shivering skin, and he selfishly leaned into the small gesture of affection

He felt the bed shift before you gently cupped his face, pulling his head so he could look at you

Your eyes met, and your lips formed a thin line

“...Did you have a nightmare?”

Silver could only nod a reply

Your thumbs gently rubbed his cheeks, and Silver finally became aware of his tears

“Do you want to talk about it?”

…He hesitated

What kind of guard was he if he couldn’t face his own problems face on?

But the idea of you taking a peak at the darkness at the back of his mind felt terrifying

He looked away in shame, and that’s all you needed to know

“You don't have to do it right now if you don’t want to. We can just… go back to sleep and see how you feel in the morning?”

You gave him an encouraging smile, and his heart felt a little lighter as he nodded again

You dragged him back to a sleeping position, pulling him into your chest and gently running your fingers through his hair

And the shame and guilt he felt was pushed away by the peace and affection slowly warming his heart again

The way you held him against you, listening to your slowing heartbeat, made Silver feel loved in a way he hasn’t allowed himself to feel in a while

Not knowing what else to say, he mumbled a “Thank you” before he finally drifted off to sleep himself

『••✎••』

The very moment you laid your eyes on Sebek, you knew he was a very strict individual

His confident stride that carried him all over the place was something you’ve admired: after all, Sebek wore his status as a guard as his livelihood, not just a badge of honor

Yet, it made you notice his perfectionist nature; he needed everything to be fit for his Liege, and anything that fell short was not acceptable

And that nature was exacerbated whenever it came to Sebek himself

He wanted to be the best guard he could be, as nothing short of ideal could be fit for Malleus

And for you, as of late

Lilia and Malleus congratulated him when he finally confessed that Malleus was not the only one he wanted to protect anymore; even Silver smiled at him proudly as the news reached him

And, as Sebek finally came to terms with the pride he felt whenever he helped you and protected you, he finally realized how his burden has doubled

It was a challenge he gladly took on

But he shielded you from the burden of that newly found responsibility, not even realizing how big it was until it started plaguing his dreams

Long after he drifted off to slumber, he found himself in battle, fighting dark and faceless creatures, and not letting them reach a very frightened version of you that stood behind him, paralyzed from fear

And no matter how fast he moved, no matter how determined he was, no matter how sharp his sword was, he still was overpowered

The creatures passed him, getting to you and surrounding you until he couldn’t see you anymore

He just stood there helplessly while listening to your terrified screams and your desperate calls for his name…

“Sebek! Sebek, come on! Wake up…!”

He jolted awake and tried to move away from the hand that was shaking his shoulder desperately

“Calm down! Calm down… It’s me, it’s me…”

Sebek became fully awake the moment he realized the hand was yours

The concern in your eyes, the little tremor in your voice, the firm grip on his shoulder, everything made his stomach drop

He was dreaming of being incapable of protecting you and failing

Your concern for him, your want to care of him even late into the night was a slap in the face

He got up from his bed, frustrated, and paced aimlessly around the room, occasionally running his fingers through his hair and avoiding eyes contact at all costs

You let him have a moment to himself while you watched him cautiously, trying to find the right words to say

“Sebek, did you… did you have a nightmare?”

The way he stopped in his tracks was all you needed to know

And, knowing Sebek (or his pride, better said), it was all he was willing to share

You got up from the bed and walked to him slowly

His shoulders were so tense, you just wanted to rub his shoulders for a bit

But he flinched away, so you pulled your hand back

“Okay, I won’t touch you. But I want to help you calm down, what can I do?”

Silence took over the room for a few seconds

Until Sebek finally turned his face and looked at you

He tried opening his mouth to say something, but he changed his mind and closed it again

It was the first time you’ve seen Sebek so silent and unsure, so maybe a little encouragement would help him…?

“Uhm… I just want you to know that, no matter what you saw, we can face it together, okay? You and me. You help me, I help you. Alright?”

Sebek’s eyes widened slightly

But he collected himself quickly and nodded to you

“You’re tired, let’s go to bed. If you have any more nightmares, just wake me up. Okay?”

Sebek nodded again, and reached out to your hand, linking your pinkies together

“As you wish.”

You smiled at him and dragged him back to bed, relieved that your idea worked

A bit of encouragement seemed to help him

Maybe in time he won't need the affirmation, he'll just know you're always going to be there for him

But you didn't mind to remind him for as long as he needed it

『••✎••』

[animehideout]

Hi ! I hope you are doing well um I never requested something so if it was something you didn’t wanted to write then feel free to not to 😭🩷

So there was a song it’s called nobody knows by kiss of life the choreo that the song has is really something!!! I mean that part when they swing their hips

I wanted to ask if you can write like when the reader is doing that dance how would jjk men ( any of them that you like but maybe sukuna and Gojo and toji?) react to her ?

Have a great night ! Or day ! :)

JJK Men Reaction to Reader Dancing

a/n: thank you anon for this request, I hope you enjoy it tho <3 and I truly apologize for the late update! ✨.

Choreography of Nobody Knows - Kiss Of Life.

Gojo Satoru :

Gathered with your boyfriend Satoru and friend group in a cozy living room, laughter and chatter filled the air as you settled in for your weekly game of truth or dare. The bottle spun around the circle, its rotations slowing until it came to a stop, pointing directly at you. A smirk played on your boyfriend's face, anticipating your choice.

"Y/n truth or dare?" Asked Geto.

You hesitated, the thought of revealing your deepest secrets to your friends suddenly feeling daunting. With a flicker of uncertainty in your eyes, you opted for the safer choice, daring to take on a challenge rather than risk revealing too much. You already know what kind of question Geto would ask anyway.

"I choose dare!!"

"Oh no you're spoiling the fun Y/n!" said Mei Mei.

You shrugged waiting for Geto to dare you to do something, hoping that it's not making out with Gojo in front of everyone, you wanted to keep your intimacy private and both you and Gojo agreed on that even though he had no problem with kissing you infront of everyone. Suguru's eyes gleamed with mischief as he pondered his dare. After a moment of consideration, he grinned and announced his decision,

"I dare you to dance to your favorite song!" he exclaimed in excitement.

Your eyes widened in surprise, a blush rising to your cheeks as you realized the playful nature of the dare. But you accepted the challenge with a determined nod. You've always enjoyed dancing but the thing is, none of your friends or even boyfriend knows that you're a professional dancer. But now it's time for them to discover your talent. With a confident stride, you made your way to the center of the room, grabbing your phone and clicking on your favorite song ' Nobody Knows - Kiss Of Life '.

The melody of your favorite song filling the air. As the music swelled around you, You let yourself be carried away by the rhythm, your body moving in time with the beat as you danced with abandon, as if you were on stage. A hush fell over the room, as they watched you in awe. Finally, reaching your favorite part, swinging your hips with a smooth flow, you moved them naturally, owning each move, having control over each muscle in your body. Your hips moving under your command. Mouths hung open in surprise, expressions ranging from shock to admiration, as they witnessed your grace and confidence on display.But none were more surprised than your boyfriend, Satoru, who watched with a mixture of astonishment and admiration. His eyes widened in disbelief as he took in your movements, his jaw dropping slightly as he realized he had underestimated your dance abilities.He never expected you to move so gracefully like that, never seen you dance before, and the sight of you moving with such fluidity and power took him completely by surprise. He had always known you were special, but in that specific moment, you seemed to shine even brighter, making him fall head over heels for you over and over again. As the song ended, the music fading into nothingness, you stopping in your ending position, the room erupted into applause and cheers, the sound of their praise filling the air with warmth and joy.

Your friends surrounded you, their voices filled with admiration as they showered you with compliments for your impressive performance. Your boyfriend Satoru, couldn't contain his excitement any longer. With a wide grin on his face, he rushed towards you pushing them away from you, his eyes shining with pride and admiration. Sweeping you into his arms, he twirled you around in a whirlwind of affection, planting kisses on you cheeks, forehead and lips as he expressed his amazement.

"Damn babe you killed it!! you always amaze me!!"

You chuckled at his enthusiastic state,

"It's not a big deal Satoru haha"

"I had no idea you could dance like that!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine delight. "You were incredible!"

As your friends tried to continue with the game, Gojo stopped them. With a playful smirk he said,

"Well sadly, you'll have to continue without us"

He took your hand, his excitement palpable as he led you away from the group. With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, he whispered in your ear,

"Come on, let's continue the party just for the two of us...I need a private performance just for my eyes".

With a shared smile and a twinkle of anticipation in your eye, you followed your boyfriend eagerly, ready to give him a private dance, to unleash your full talent, and maybe teach him some dance moves if he's interested.

Ryomen Sukuna:

You accepted your fate, you lost a bet and you had to do it. You had to dance in front of him as a punishment. Your cheeks flushing red in embarrassment, you've never danced in front of him before. Sukuna; your boyfriend on the other hand, wore a mischievous grin as he eagerly prepared to capture your performance on his phone. Playfully, teasing you about your lack of dancing skills even though you didn't start dancing yet so he just assumed. He promised to make sure the video went viral among your friends. You've always been like this, teasing each other and having fun is your love language.

Sukuna played Nobody Knows by Kiss Of Life. Of course he knows it's your favorite song since you're always blasting it in your shared apartment, he almost memorized the lyrics by heart. As the music began to play, you put all of your shyness aside and chose to surprise him with your dancing skills. As you started to move flawlessly with each beat, his smirk dropped and his eyes widened instead, his jaw hanging open. His phone slipping from his grasp falling on the floor as he became completely transfixed by your performance especially when you started swaying your hips with the melody.

Completely dumbfounded and astonished by your moves as you displayed the choreography in front of him. In that moment, any thoughts of teasing or making fun of you vanished from his mind. Instead, he felt an overwhelming sense of admiration and pride swell within him as he realized just how lucky he was to have you as his partner in life. Slowly sitting down on the chair to try and compose himself. And as the final notes of the song faded away, he finally spoke pulling you to him, making you sit on his lap while his arms wrapped around you protectively.

"I...I had no idea! you were amazing"

"Hmm no longer interested in teasing me?" you joked.

He leaned in closet with a smile, trapping you between his arms,

"Well change of plan, I was too quick to judge. So that's why you're always blasting music huh? secretly learning how to dance"

"Yeah something like that, I can say I discovered a new skill" you chuckled.

"What about you dance it again? You know I was taken aback since you surprised me with your power moves so Um I wanna see again, you know practice for better outcome" He grinned, pressing a kiss on your lips.

Toji Fushiguro:

Dancing alone in the comfort of your house, you lost yourself in the rhythm of your favorite song 'Nobody Knows - Kiss of life'. You were too shy and embarrassed to dance in front of Toji, your boyfriend. You've been dating for not too long and it felt awkward to dance in front of him, scared that he might judge you or laugh at you even though dancing is your therapy. So you practiced your favorite activity whenever he leaves the house. Oblivious to the world around you, you lost yourself in the melody. Hitting each and every beat flawlessly. However, you didn't notice that your boyfriend Toji had returned home earlier than expected and stood silently in the doorway, watching you with a smirk. He was captivated by the sight of you, your carefree movements and infectious enthusiasm lighting up the room.

He couldn't help the way his heart started beating so fast when you started swaying your hips. As the song ended, you stood in your ending pose, breathing heavily from how powerful you were dancing. Suddenly, you felt his arms wrap around your waist and his lips press against your neck. Startled, you jolted in surprise, the sudden touch breaking your trance-like state.

"Omg– Toji you scared me" you said putting a hand on your chest.

His arms still strongly holding you protectively, his lips leaving a trail of kisses on your soft neck, tickling you a bit.He mumbled against your skin,

"mhm didn't know you can move like that, that was hot"

Turning to face him, you blushed furiously, embarrassment flooding your cheeks as you realized he had been watching you the whole time.

"Were you watching me?"

"Of course baby! I couldn't tear my eyes away from you. You're amazing you know that?" .

A surge of happiness washed over you at his words, your heart swelling with love for the man standing before you..Toji never fails in boosting your confidence.Without a word, he took your hand and led you back into the center of the room, where he pulled you close to his chest and started swaying to the gentle melody of another song.

"Let's dance together! I've always wanted to do this with you".

He held you so delicately yet so fiercely in his arms, swaying side to side together, dancing in perfect harmony, lost in the music and in each other's eyes. Let's say dancing together became your favorite habit.

[middlingmay]

“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?” buck x bucky?

Hello! Do you know you're my very first Anon ask in my inbox? Thrilled to have you!

Anyway, I had fun with this one. Please enjoy this wee Modern Gale/John, with echoes of a past life. I hope you like it, and thanks for being so patient with me :)

“You look just like my friend Buck from Manitowoc.”

The kitchen table was cold, but it barely registered against the chill those dreams left behind

God, John was so damn sick of those dreams. He was so sick of being paralysed by sleep and being force to watch the same reel he’d dreamed of time and time again flicker through his head.

He had no choice but to watch these two men meet over and over again; to watch a friendship roar to life through immediate unbounded affection and unfurling gestures of trust. He watched as smiles helped to alleviate the hardest days of basic training; as quiet moments together gave them a space to sort out their thoughts away from the rest of them; as spirited discussions led to better strategies, better leadership, and endless respect between these two men.

He watched as physical affection grounded the men when they needed it most: arms thrown over shoulders, hands squeezing thighs, gentle chucks to the chin.

“Don’t you die on me before I get over there.”

John had to watch something in Bucky change after that first combat flight.

“I got a nickname for you and it ain’t Buck!”

No. No one was Buck. Why couldn’t he just say that, though? John tried to yell at Bucky as he dreamed - tried to scream at him - just tell him!

“I don’t feel a thing.”

In these strange and awful dreams, John had to watch Bucky lose his men and go out of his way to get himself hurt because it was the only way he could let himself acknowledge the pain without crumbling to dust underneath it.

“We’re gonna get through this. Come on. Don’t you stop believing that.”

John had to watch Bucky package away all his fears, his frustrations, his doubts, and hide it all the way out of Buck’s sight. He’d believe enough for the two of them. He’d get them both out of there if it killed him.

“London. Let’s do it up. Paint the town red.” “Maybe next time.”

John had to watch Bucky watch Buck dance away with Meatball - so utterly ridiculous and endearing and he feels the grief start to flare to life in his chest. Don’t go. Don’t you goddamn leave him again. Go up with him. Fly with him. Don’t let yourselves go alone!

“Did he have a good game?”

John had to watch Bucky lose Buck all over again, and saw the angry, violent grief wash over this man and drag him down, passed the man he used to be; down in the esteem of his men; and down into enemy territory and the horrors he had to feel and flee and flee again.

Until:

“Do any of you know if Buck made it?” “John Egan! Your two o’clock!”

John finally got to see Bucky feel the smallest flash of incandescent joy as he realises Buck is alive and he might be able to keep his promise after all. But soon after, when time starts to pass in the Stalag, he has to watch Bucky spiral, and he sees Buck watching and trying to keep the men and himself together so they can keep Bucky together. But it’s like keeping water in a cracked vase. John had to watch Buck witness Bucky lose himself until he was so unrecognisable that he hurt Buck and Buck punched him -

And John had to watch that awful march in the cold and the dark, and see the terror both Buck and Bucky feel when the other stumbles or slows.

And then it’s the night in the village when Bucky sacrifice the only two things that kept him breathing - Buck and his freedom - without a second thought. So long as Buck got out. John had to watch Bucky throw himself at the German with the gun and knock the rifle away because he couldn’t risk a stray bullet.

“Go! Get out of here!”

And when John finally got to see Bucky and Buck reunite, all they get to share is a handshake, which they clutch to like a lifeline, and later a flask. Then he’s watching Buck and Bucky go their separate ways until Bucky is at Buck’s back as he gets married -

“John? You in here, baby?”

John returns to the present, and his eyes latch onto the sleepy posture, messy hair, and concerned gaze of his husband standing in the kitchen doorway. His Gale. Who pads over on bare feet and John feels the heat of his long, strong hands cupping his cheeks.

John always felt overwhelmed by his love whenever he looked at Gale, but tonight he burns with a love, a desperation, that feels more than his own; more than he could fit into one lifetime. And the edges of the dream still toe the boundaries of his consciousness.

“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”

John only feels the tears now, as they roll fat and slow down from the corners of his eyes. His nose stings and his throat feels thick.

He whispers brokenly, “Buck…”

Gale’s face crumples as he recognises the name. John only ever calls him that after those dreams. Those awful, heartbreaking dreams of Buck and Bucky, gifted the joy of knowing each other, loving each other, and torn apart time and time again.

Gale grabs handfuls of John and switches places, so he can sit down and gather and tuck John into his lap, until all of him is curled and curved and protected in his embrace.

Buck might not have been able to do this for Bucky, but Gale can do it for John. And be grateful for the privilege.

He places slow, heavy strokes down John’s side as he shakes.

After a time, he mumbles against Gale’s chest, “Do you think they ever got to be happy?”

See, John is convinced they were real, Buck and Bucky. Gale has even offered to look them up, see if he can find some kind of record in the archives. But something about getting that confirmation, seeing the faces of two men that John sees as echoes of them - it's too much. He doesn't want to know.

“I don’t know,” Gale answers truthfully. “But right here, now, we can be happy enough for both of ‘em.”

[joeyalohadream]

I wish you would write a fic where Bucky gets a call that Gale has been in an accident or something, goes to pick him up, Gale isn’t even badly hurt but Bucky still loses his mind and Gale ends up comforting him lol (if u can’t tell im a sucker for hurt gale and hurt/comfort in general lol) .

Also i saw u posting that u feel like u ramble/write too much and i just wanted to say, im so obsessed with ur writing that i eat up anything u write like if u were to post ur shopping list i would probably read it and love it so PLS ALWAYS WRITE TOO MUCH. Thank u for sharing w us ❤️‍🩹

Hi! So sorry this took me so long!

aaaand thank you so much, anon! Your kind words made me feel all warm and fuzzy! (p.s. my shopping list is cat food and wine LOL). I'm glad you enjoy my rambling!

Here is the fic I wrote for your request! 4,047 words of a bit of angst and fluff and some sweetness. Hope you like it!

If you'd rather read a word count like that on AO3, find it here!

It’s six o’clock and John is hungry.

His day had been a good one, but a long one. Flying right seat to several cadets on their second week of actual flying. Witnessing the joy, the reverence the young pilots had experienced behind the yolk had brought back memories of a time when flying had been his favorite thing in the world. Back before it was tainted by terror and death and dread.

It eases something within him to know that he can still find the beauty in it after years of growing to hate something that had once been the thing that made him feel alive.

But it’s Friday night now and his feet will be firmly on the ground for the weekend. A weekend that was supposed to start with a homecooked meal, lovingly prepared by Gale.

With Gale in school and John working full-time, they spend most of their week like passing ships. Evenings are typically a rushed affair of leftovers or a meet-up at the diner half way between the base and Gale’s campus.

Friday nights are John’s favorite though. Gale is out of class by three and home by four. He spends the two hour stretch of time between then and John’s arrival at six cooking the most delicious meals John has ever tasted. A skill he’d developed while trying, and mostly succeeding, in putting some meat back on to their bones after they came home.

But it’s six o’clock and there is no dinner waiting for him. The lights are all off and Gale’s truck is not in the driveway.

He walks through the house, turning on a lamp here, flipping a switch there and tries to temper the feeling of dread that starts prickling under his skin.

After everything they’d been through, it had taken them both a significant amount of time to quell the unrealistic expectation that something was wrong whenever they weren’t within sight of each other.

Neither of them had fully managed to overcome it. Gale calls his office at least twice a week from the payphone at school between classes just to say hello.

John pours himself a glass of water and takes a sip, leaning against the freshly painted cabinets. The soft green hue offers a peaceful warmth in the small kitchen. It had been their project last weekend.

Gale sometimes stays late after his lecture to help some of the younger students that struggle with the concepts. His genius.

But he doesn’t do that on Fridays because Friday nights are their nights.

So why isn’t he here?

He pushes off the counter and takes two steps to the icebox. Opening it reveals the steaks that Gale had prepped for tonight. He contemplates getting them out and trying his hand at making the meal but shuts the door and the thought down immediately.

Despite spending his time practically draped over Gale’s back, chin hooked over his shoulder on the Friday evenings he is home in time to watch him cook, John hadn’t managed to pick up the skill.

Instead of studying the technique, he studies Gale’s confident movements as he chops and tenderizes and slices and measures and stirs. Gale’s hands create nourishment for them while his own hands typically trace the soft skin a Gale’s still too flat belly, the delicate curve of his trim waist, sometimes drifting to skim his pert rear if Gale lets him get away with it.

The thoughts bring a smile to his face. But looking at the clock on the wall that tells him Gale is now over two hours late wipes it away.

He walks back to the front door and out onto the porch to stare down the long driveway that leads up to their home, willing headlights to turn onto it. But time ticks by and the sun is dipping lower on the horizon and Gale still isn’t where he’s supposed to be.

John knows the route Gale takes to and from campus. He’d driven him several times back before they’d acquired a second truck. He fingers the keys in his pocket, wondering how much Gale would rib him for driving the hour to his school when it turns out he just lost track of time.

But it’s Friday night and Gale doesn’t lose track of time, especially when time is leading to them spending their evening wrapped around each other.

John flinches as the silence of the evening is interrupted by the sound of their telephone ringing in the kitchen. Relief floods him a moment later and he slams the screen door open and takes long strides back into the house.

“You better have a good explanation for why I’m not eating a big, juicy steak right now,” he says into the receiver, a smile already pulling at his lips as he waits for Gale’s exasperated tone to filter back through to him.

But there’s silence for a beat and then a throat is cleared and then John’s heart starts to pound a little faster.

“Um, hello,” a voice that is distinctly not Gale comes through the connection. “Is this John Egan?”

“Yes,” John replies, switching the phone to his other hand, hoping it’s less wet. It’s not. “Who’s this?”

“I’m a nurse at Lakeside Memorial,” she supplies and John’s knees go weak. “I’m calling because your friend, Gale Cleven, was brought in about an hour ago. He was in an accident.”

Words won’t form, but some unintelligible noise escapes his mouth in response. For a moment, he’s not in their softly lit, freshly painted kitchen. He’s in a phone booth in London and it’s the worst moment of his life.

He went down swingin’.

The cord stretches its length as his legs decide to stop functioning and he slides down to the floor, back pressed against the green cabinet doors.

“Mr. Egan, are you still there?”

Is he? Or is he back on the bombed-out streets of a city he never should have gone to?

“I’m here,” he grinds out as he closes his eyes and reminds himself to breathe. Pictures Gale in front of him, one hand planted on his chest, the other cradling his cheek. Breathe, darlin’, he’d say. He’s said it to him countless times since they’d reunited back in the Stalag. He’s said it to him in their bedroom, in their yard, in this kitchen. He needs to know if he’ll ever hear him say it again. “Is he okay?”

“I can’t give out medical information over the phone,” the nurse tells him, and John tightens his grip on the phone, anger rising, but she continues before he can spew it over the line. “But Mr. Cleven asked me to call you himself.”

He takes a deep breath, the slightest bit of relief mixing with the dread coiling itself around his heart.

“You understand?” The nurse’s voice is back in his ear. She couldn’t tell him how he was, but she told him enough to let him know that he was well enough to be talking and that’s enough for him to know that Gale is still here. He nods and then remembers he’s alone.

“Yes, I understand,” he says. “Lakeside Memorial?”

“That’s correct,” she confirms, sounding patient. John imagines she makes these calls every day. He wouldn’t like that job. “Come in through the emergency room doors and we’ll get you sorted.”

“Thank you,” his voice wobbles a bit too much, but he can’t bring himself to be embarrassed. There’s a click over the line that tells him she’s hung up, so he lets the phone drop and then presses the heels of his hands to his eyes and presses hard. He chokes on his next inhale and feels his shoulders shake.

But Gale needs him. He’s hurt and he wants John to come to him and he needs to get up off this floor, right now.

The room sways a bit as he gets to his feet, head feeling fuzzy. He thinks maybe he hasn’t been breathing correctly since the nurse’s voice came through the phone instead of Gale’s.

Breathe, darlin’.

In through his nose, out through his mouth. It helps a bit.

----

Physically, He slides into the driver’s seat of their new pick-up truck and starts the engine. That phone call left him with only questions and his hands sweat as they grip the leather of the steering wheel. His foot feels numb as he presses it to the gas in order to go find answers.

Mentally, he’s sliding into his seat on a train car that’s leading him to a destination with no answers to be had, no sweet smile or soft laughter or dazzling blue eyes waiting for him. No joy, only pain. No Gale. Because he went down swingin’.

The crushing sadness that had invaded every nerve in his system after he’d walked out of that phone booth all those years ago suddenly feels like it never went away. Like he could wake up and realize that this year of domestic bliss hadn’t happened. Like Gale wasn’t his and Gale wasn’t here, and Gale wasn’t anywhere. He shakes his head, as if he could physically knock the horrible images out of his mind.

Headlights shine through his windshield, streetlamps coming on along the road as the sun continues setting. He knows the way to the emergency room. It’s on the way to Gale’s campus. His body operates on auto pilot to get him there, his head is in the clouds or in the dirt or somewhere else entirely.

He needs Gale to be okay. It’s hard to breathe again.

Gale would be so angry at him for driving like this. Gale will be so angry with him for driving like this.

----

It takes him a moment to realize why every head in the room turns to him when he walks through the door. His hands shake as he straightens out his uniform jacket and runs fingers through his curls, realizing he forgot his cap. Not very officer-like to be out in public without the proper uniform.

To his surprise, it takes barely a word from him for a young orderly to lead him to Gale. No argument about how he’s not family, even though he is Gale’s only family. No odd looks about why it isn’t Gale’s wife or mother or father coming to see him.

He thinks his feet might be numb and he finds that odd, but they still put in the work and follow the man in scrubs to a row of curtained off exam rooms. Further relief crackles in his chest when he realizes they’re headed for one specific curtain. Gale isn’t in surgery or in a private room. He’s in the same kind of place John had sat a few months ago when he’d needed stiches on his thumb.

Maybe he’s okay.

Please be okay.

His heart rate increases as the orderly gestures him forward and then turns to leave. He takes a steadying breath, ducks around the fabric and is greeted with two sky-blue eyes and a sheepish looking smile directed his way.

“You’re here,” Gale breathes out, the sound of utter relief in his voice. John stares at him. He thinks the numbness in his feet might be creeping up into the rest of his body. “John?”

The small smile Gale had thrown him upon his arrival is wiped away as concern twists his features and John wants to laugh but all he can do is stare for some reason. He’s staring intently at the younger man, watches as his brows furrows and he shifts on the plastic wrapped table he’s sitting on.

“John,” Gale tries again, a wince pulling his features down for a moment. “You with me?”

The curtain draws open. The shrill sound of the metal rings grating against the pole makes John cringe and snap his gaze away from Gale to take in the sight of a white-haired nurse with a friendly smile, kind eyes and a clipboard in her hand.

“Is this the friend you mentioned?” She addresses Gale, walking over to where he’s sitting awkwardly hunched on the exam table. “The one you served with?”

John swallows and straightens his shoulders as the nurse’s eyes find his. He hears Gale clear his throat and mutter a quiet, “yes, ma’am.”

His hands are sweating where they hang uselessly at his sides. He can breathe easier than he managed to on the drive over, now that he has Gale in his sights, but his heartbeat is too fast, rabbiting away in chest like its being chased by a predator. His eyes flit from the nurse to Gale and back again and he knows he should speak, but his tongue feels heavy, and his mouth is dry, and he feels like maybe he should be the one sitting on the exam table.

“Nurse Amy,” Gale comes to his rescue. “This is John Egan. John, this is Nurse Amy. She’s the one that called you after making sure I was alright.”

Gale is looking at him with understanding and patience, concern and a little bit of what looks like desperation. His beautiful face is all bruised up, small cuts around his temple. Just like Regensburg. There’s blood on the collar of his shirt, not a lot, but it’s Gale’s and it’s not supposed to be on the outside of him, not ever again.

John’s breath hitches and Gale leans forward, eyes softening. “Which I am, John. I’m alright.”

He hears the nurse make a tutting sound, but he can’t take his eyes off Gale again. Ever again, maybe.

“X-rays came back, Mr. Cleven,” she says, all business. “You were correct in your self-assessment. No broken bones.” John watches as Gale nods as her, but his eyes immediately drift back to John. “But you do have a slight hairline fracture in your wrist, so we’ll need to wrap it.”

“Fine,” Gale clips out, polite but impatient. “Can you just give us a few minutes? Need to talk to my friend here about the truck.”

“I’ll be back in ten to wrap that wrist up for you, try to keep it still,” she agrees and then she’s gone and they’re alone.

“I don’t care about the damn truck,” John finally finds his voice, even if it sounds rough to his own ears.

“I know that,” Gale cocks his head a bit, his own voice sounds a little off now that John’s ears aren’t ringing as badly as before. “What’d you want me to tell her? Get out so I can have a moment alone with my fella?”

John wants to laugh; he loves it when Gale teases him. But a choking sound comes out instead and he shakes his head and just breathes. Gale starts to slide off the table and it makes John stumble forward, hands outstretched.

“Wait,” he says as he reaches Gale’s knees. He looks him over again, hating the evidence of any kind of violence on a man as sweet and gentle as Gale. “Just, stay there. Don’t move.”

“John, I’m fine,” Gale reaches out with his left hand, his right laying motionless across his lap. John’s eyes trace over the abraded skin and the already swollen looking joint. “Can you say the same?”

John pulls a face but can’t contradict the man sitting in front of him. He needs to pull himself together. Gale is here, he’s not blown to bits over Germany or lost behind enemy lines. But any kind of unknown right now is too much for John. He places a hand over one of Gale’s knees, lets his thumb start a back-and-forth motion, lets the repetitiveness of it soothe them both.

“You’re in the emergency room,” John points out. “People that are ‘fine’ don’t really get brought here.”

“Wasn’t my choice,” Gale grumbles, looking petulant and John kind of wants to shake him a bit. “You looked worse than me when you walked in here. Are you okay?”

“Tell me about all this?” He motions to Gale’s face, frowning and ignoring how Gale looks annoyed at him for brushing past his own question.

“Just got a bit banged up,” Gale tells him. John squeezes his knee and eases a bit at the eye roll it gets him. “Hit my head on the window when I hit the tree.”

“You hit a tree?”

“So that I wouldn’t hit the dog that ran out in front of me.”

And John wants to reprimand him. Wants to remind him that it’s a golden rule on the road not to swerve and cause more damage just to avoid an animal. But he also knows that the man in front of him would rather suffer these consequences than to ever take the life of someone’s pet. It’s one of the thousands of things he loves about him.

“Of course,” he returns, finally allowing a small smile to graze his own lips. It wobbles a bit at the look of relief it brings out in Gale’s eyes. “You’re really okay?”

“Mild concussion and a bruised jaw and you heard about the wrist. Everything else is superficial, I promise.” Gale tries to soothe, but all John can think of is how much worse this could have been. He closes his eyes, his breathing picks up a bit and then there’s a warm pressure on his chest and a matching one on his cheek.

“Breathe, darlin’,” Gale’s low voice whispers out between them and John shudders, letting his weight fall forward a bit against the strength behind Gale’s hand. “Just breathe. I’m right here. I’m okay.”

It takes him a few moments to grasp it, to accept it. Gale is hurt. But he’s okay. He’s going to be okay. The dueling sensations of relief and fear war inside of him to brew a nasty storm that leaves him feeling exhausted.

“This one really freaked you out, huh?” A thumb strokes over his cheek and John leans into the sensation. “I’m sorry, John.”

“God, baby,” John lets out on an exhale, opening his eyes and finding those beautiful blues looking right back at him. “I think I’m gonna have to homeschool you from now on. Can’t let you outta my sight.”

Soft huffs of laughter ripple from Gale and he looks up at him, amusement dancing across his face. “You an expert in advanced physics, Major?”

“You might just have to switch your major, Major.”

Gale grins at him and shakes his head and it feels so good to make him happy. It’s John’s favorite thing in the world.

“How about we settle for you driving me around again for a while? Just like old times,” Gale asks. “I might’ve totaled the truck.”

John nods an affirmative, ignoring the way the mention of their truck makes his pulse spike unpleasantly again. Gale removes his hand from his face, a grimace pulling at his brows as he lowers the injured limb back to lap.

“She told you to keep that still,” John chides, feeling foolish for not remembering sooner. “What am I gonna do with you, huh?”

Gale smiles up at him, a little innocent, a little playful.

“Whatever you want, John.”

This time the spike in his pulse is a pleasant one as he imagines all of the ways he can take of this man in the coming days.

“I’m holding you to that,” John tells him. It’s his turn now to reach out and cradle a bruised jaw, he frowns again at the bruising painted across the delicate skin and lets his thumb caress it for a moment. Gale’s eyes fall shut.

“It’s almost been ten minutes, Bucky.”

“I know, Buck.” He leans down and presses his lips to Gale’s forehead, lets them linger for a moment. Then another. Noses his blond hair and breathes him in. Overly bright blue eyes watch him step a respectable distance away to await Nurse Amy’s return.

He feels unsteady, but less like he might shake apart. Gale smiles at him from the table and he feels a little better.

----

Nearly an hour later, Gale’s wrist has been splinted and wrapped, he’s holding a bottle of painkillers that John knows he’ll have to fight to get him to take and he’s clumsily signed the abundance of paperwork with his left hand. It’s completely dark when they exit the emergency room, walking close enough together that their shoulders brush as they move.

A few steps from the truck, Gale stops in his tracks and John halts to match him, worry ratcheting back up.

“It’s Friday night,” Gale mutters, sounding a little frail. John pictures them savoring steaks and roasted vegetables and a pie after dinner and understands where his thoughts have strayed. After living in such a state of hypervigilance with stakes too high to contemplate for years of their lives, they now take the time to enjoy every slow moment of peace they can get together. Missing one feels monumental sometimes. John will just have to make this weekend one to remember.

“Hey,” John reaches out to squeeze his shoulder. “There’s always tomorrow and the next day. And every day after that.”

Gale gives him a small smile, nods and lets John usher him to the truck, waiting patiently for John to open the passenger door for him. He stops again, one leg in the truck and looks back at John, brows pulled down in a frown.

“Are you sure you’re good to drive?”

John can’t help but laugh. “What? Are you going to drive us home, Mr. Concussion?”

“It’s only a mild one,” Gale grumbles. John rolls his eyes and pushes Gale up and into his seat, shutting the door on him before he can protest.

When he gets himself behind the wheel, Gale’s hand covers his before he can put the key into the ignition.

“Buck,” John starts, but one look at the concern in Gale’s eyes stops him from complaining.

“Think maybe, you started panicking when that nurse called ya.” There’s understanding in Gale’s gaze and John swallows heavily, images of a phone booth blurring with their soft green cabinets. “And I don’t know if you’ve really stopped yet. I hate the thought of you driving over here like that.”

And John understands where he’s coming from. They both have their bad days. They’re growing less frequent all the time, but they’ve been a witness to nightmares, to bouts of sadness and rage and fear and panic. He hates to see Gale like that, and John knows the feeling is mutual. The thought of it happening while one of them is alone is a reality they have to live with.

“I had to, Buck,” John points out. He doesn’t bother denying the allegation. “The only way I was going to be okay was to make sure you were okay.”

Gale ducks his head slightly for a moment, still not used to being the most important person in anybody’s world. But John’s been slowly teaching him how to accept it and he can’t help but smile when tired blue eyes lift back up to meet his.

“Slide your sweet self over here and let me feel ya while I drive,” Johns lifts his arm and rests it along the back of the bench seat. “That’ll be enough to keep my head on straight while I get us home.”

A moment of contemplation later, Gale slides over until his shoulder is tucked under John’s armpit. He rests his uninjured hand on John’s thigh, fingers gripping the fabric of his trousers and John smiles into his hair before reaching around him to start the truck.

“Take the back roads?” Gale looks up at him through his lashes and John’s heart rate finally settles into a normal rhythm now that it’s reason for beating is resting against him.

“You read my mind, sweetheart,” John presses his lips to the top of his head and turns onto the unlit road leading away from town, away from prying eyes.

Gale turns his body slightly on the seat and makes himself comfortable, settles with his head pillowed on John’s chest, arm draped over his waist. John lets his arm rest around his back, holding him close and planning on never letting him go.

[utopiastri]

hiiii!

soooo i read and reread all your f1 fics.

since they are all so effing amazing, well written, funny when needed, you must have a great taste in fics. sooo do you maybe, perhaps have any landoscar fic recommendations??

have a mega day!

-💫

hi 💫 anon!!! this was. the absolute loveliest ask to wake up to this morning so thank you SO much for sending it 💕💕💕💕💕

you are so kind and please know all of these compliments have absolutely made my day!!!!!

and GOD i would LOVE to give some landoscar fic recommendations, there is nothing i love more than talking about authors i adore

i very much started rambling about these fics so i'm putting my recs below the cut!

ok immediately we're off to a rogue start because i'm going to recommend a fic that isn't posted yet but @1425fivefive's upcoming fic Learned Behavior is just honestly going to be one of the best things you will ever read - i have been honoured to receive SO many wonderful snippets from it and every single one is just as amazing as the others and i am SO excited to see the full thing

i am legally and contractually obligated to put three-sixteenths by @ipleadbritney on here because i am actually three-sixteenths' biggest fan and as part of that it is in fact my job to make sure everyone has read one of the most DELIGHTFUL magical realism fics of all time, one that fills me with such joy every time i think about it, let alone read it

by love remembered by @lellabellas is just. i LOVE fairytales so much and the way this is such a gorgeous homage to fairytales whilst also being one of the most wonderful fanfics you will ever read is honestly just. a sign of talent of truly the highest degree!!!!

brevity is the soul of wit by a_new_anon because i absolutely have to recommend one of the absolute CUTEST texting fics i have ever read. i grinned my entire way through reading it and i cannot recommend highly enough oh my GOD

the devil in me by @its-all-papaya because who am i as a person if i'm not constantly Obsessed with the idea of jealous oscar piastri. GOD this fic has everything - including one of my favourite final lines of any fic like. ever

AND on top of all of these, because i am a firm believer in showing love and affection to tumblr drabbles as well, please have a few of my favourites of those as well:

I'll Wait (I'm Sorry) by @wanderingblindly because liquid reblogged this again recently and this version of landoscar has NOT LEFT MY BRAIN SINCE!!! i reread it and had to sit down lest i faint. concept of all time i fear!!!!!!!

fireworks - prompt by @foggieststars because every so often i think about what landoscar will be like when they're no longer teammates and then i remember it doesn't matter because i can just think about one of the Sweetest drabbles i have ever read about lando and oscar dealing with oscar leaving and i am calm again

immortal - osctober prompt by @nyoomfruits because sad immortal vampire oscar has actually been haunting me for the last month and i am still SO SAD ABOUT IT (but like. in a good way obviously)

ok i will cut myself off there but !!!!! anon thank you so much for allowing me to ramble on about all this writing i love so much!!!! and thank you again for the kind words 💕💕💕

also if anyone would like to not be tagged, please let me know!!!

[mncein]

Could you do NewJeans jealous hcs?

yes of course, will be doing hcs with scenarios !! i was kinda expecting this kind of ask so thank you for this request anon, i hope you enjoy !! this took longer than i expected... i was really busy this past few days :( sorry for the wait !!

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— MINJI

is experiencing a massive waves of jealousy while you talk about an online friend you met. she loves how friendly you are to a lot of people, but hearing you talk so nicely about this friend makes her feel that you don't talk about her in that way :( but baby is receiving more than just nice words, but a lot of flattering words. will probably scowl at you so cutely and trying to get your attention across the room while you're on your phone or doing some else :(

— "hey, is there something wrong?" you ask, tapping her shoulder. you just finished talking to your friend whom you told you had to go because you wanted to give your girlfriend your affection. she looks back with, obviously a fake frown, you could tell she was jealous, you quickly trapped her in your embrace.

"i hate you." she mumbles on your shoulder. you chuckled softly and kissed her forehead. you never really expected her to be jealous over a friend of yours, she's your girlfriend and she deserves all of your attention, right? yes.

"you know how much i love you more than my friends and anything else." you speak with a lovely tone that is soothing her mind, her jealousy slowly moves out of her head as her pout was replaced by a soft smile.

"more than food?" minji asks, you backed your head a bit and chuckled nervously.

"could that be an exception? my love for you is different from my love for food. forgive me, please?"

"okay well, make sure you always get our new jeans meal " she giggles and finally kisses you so sweetly.

— HANNI

is a pouty baby, gets jealous over small things :( for example, she gets so jealous over you talking to your plant and she had a whole discussion about it 😭 girly be ignoring you the whole time when you're both back at home. earlier, you joined hanni and the members to a small hangout on the park, taking silly pictures of hanni and you. she calls your name but notices you're not by her side anymore, she spots you with danielle, and the two of you admiring the sunset.

— hanni's stare narrows at you and danielle, she stopped talking to minji and left her alone with haerin and hyein. walking towards the both of you a bit, she eavesdrop on you and danielle's conversation.

"i love the sunset today." danielle smiled and put her hands behind ber back. the reason why you joined danielle on watching the sunset is because you noticed she was alone and you like people who has interest for sunsets, you always believed that this girl was a walking sun that brings joy to everyone.

"i do to, it just blends in with the trees in the park." you chuckled, hanni's gaze softened at your statement. she takes a mental note to take you on a sunset gazing date once in a week.

then danielle scoots over to you a bit and lays her head on your shoulder, enjoying the friendly moment. you let her, she's probably tired from all of their shoots. but you silently wished hanni is not behind you...

and, quite the contrary, she's actually right behind you. witnessing all the happenings. she clears her throat to get the attention of the both of you. the sound making minji and haerin walk towards the scenery, while hyein is busy taking new pictures.

"oh- we're just talking about sunsets." you speak after you and danielle turn around.

"yeah, i know. did i ruin the moment?" hanni crosses her arms and eyes you up and down, getting a small giggle from danielle as she backs away from the situation.

"uh oh, y/n unnie is in big trouble." hyein interrupts with a small laugh.

— DANIELLE

it's very rare to see this sunshine get jealous 😭 but if you did something that somehow made her a bit jealous, she'll forgive you if you explain and MUST explain in full details. and i mean it, it's really easy for her to tell if you're lying. and one time you did, it felt like the sun disappeared and nothing lights the whole world up. she just left without telling you and she headed straight to haerin or hanni's room :( you'll probably be so worried that you had to raid everyone else's room to find sweet dani and then you find her on the dorms living room, watching their behind the scenes or their reaction videos on mvs :(

— knock, knock...

"minji-unnie? is dani in there?" you knock on minji's door. she opens the door and smiled apologetically at you.

"she's not, but i'm sure she went by hanni or haerin." minji stepped out of her room and followed you to haerin's room.

"haerin? is dani in there?"

"she's not." haerin shakes her head as she steps out of her room as well.

after knocking on hanni and hyein's room, they all said danielle never went by their rooms. and you're practically sobbing, the girls said comforting words, saying that danielle probably left to go to the park to watch the sunset or get coffee. and you're desperate to find her, thanking the girls and putting your jacket back on, they all gasped, making you turn your head to them.

"dani-unnie!" hyein exclaims as she plops on the sofa next to the girl you've been finding for hours. minji, haerin and hanni joins in, asking danielle why she's been awfully quiet. the girl simply points at you and the girls look at you and shakes their head.

"i didn't mean to..." you weakly said, walking to danielle.

"i'm sorry dani." you say at her, the sunshine is back when she smiled.

— HAERIN

like dani, she's rarely seen jealous. or she does a great job hiding it. either way, you notice that she's, quieter than quiet. and the silence was killing you slowly. she's been on her phone all day, and hardly ever glance at you, and it's making you go crazy! she acts like this when you did something wrong, and you just realized it now! quickly taking action, you act more clingy around her, she's usually the one to but she just looks at you and blinks when your talking. saying sorry for the hundredth time now but she still doesn't speak! there should be a way.

— "haerin, baby, please. i said i'm sorry." you plead, almost kneeling in front of her. she just stares at you as she puts her phone down.

your eyes lit up when she puts her phone down, thinking you're gonna be forgiven soon. but she abruptly stood up and left to get some cookies from the kitchen!

you hurriedly followed her, wrapping your arms around her waist and peppering her face with kisses. repeatedly saying sorry for whatever you did that you don't even know what you did. saying a lot of 'i love you's', she finally budged and turns around and hugs you tight.

"you didn't feed your cat." she quietly says. nuzzling into your chest. what does she mean? oh, right, she was asking to be baby-ied. during lunch earlier, she was asking if she could take a bite of what you're eating, but you didn't answer because you had your earphones on, playing new jeans music repeatedly. after asking for a while now, she stops and pouts at you for not giving her your attention.

"i'm sorry my baby, i was streaming super shy earlier at lunch." you said with a pout while you scratch her head like a cat. and since you're helping new jeans get more streams, she decided to forgive you. feeling a little embarrassed of her silly actions. :(

— HYEIN

she makes sure you know she's jealous 😭 completely different from the other members, she's so loud when she's jealous! yet she doesn't even look sad or angry, but she's tapping furiously on her phone (im cryinggg😭). probably finding someone to talk for the rest of the hour while she's ignoring you. and girly had been talking for hours to herself, but making sure you're hearing all of the things she saying.

— "i've been really hungry this past few minutes, but this one doesn't seem to care." she rolls her eyes over nothing, casually tapping on her phone endlessly.

"i'm ordering something, but no one is gonna get it for me." hyein crosses her arms and tossed her phone on the side, eyeing you.

"is everything okay here?" minji asks as she enters the living room with hanni.

"no, i'm hungry!" hyein whines like a child, so desperate to get your attention, she stands up and stood in front of you.

"get my food. i'm hungry." she orders. you knew what was wrong and why was she acting like that. following, you rush outside the dorm and get the food she ordered.

"here, i'm sorry for what i did, please forgive me hyein." you plead as you hand the food to her, she nodded and patted your head.

"after i eat." hyein disappeared to the kitchen. and that is what will happen if she's jealous for a day. it felt like it was a normal occurrence for now on.

[rebelfell]

I love your writing so much it's giving me so much joy. I was close to dropping out of the Eddie fandom because I couldn't enjoy the current trends of writing him but you write him so well I'm falling in love again. Do you have any writers on here that inspire you or that you would recommend to follow if that's ok.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Oh. Oh, anon. The way I wish I could print this out and hang it above my mantle. And I don’t even have a mantle. Thank you so much, truly.

I think I would have to tag every single writer in this fandom to accurately portray who inspires me. There is such a wealth of work about him, there’s something for everyone out there.

Whatever version of Eddie you want to read, he exists, and it’s not a matter of anyone’s version being better/worse, but what speaks to you.

I am gonna list some of my favorites, because I deeply want to give people their flowers, but my brain is also mashed potatoes and I hate for anyone to feel overlooked/left out.

So this is BY NO MEANS a complete list.

My sideblog @madeofmunson has pretty much everything I’ve read and my blathering recs. I’m gonna link this post I made last year, in which I babbled about some of the stories that really impacted me as I entered the Eddie fandom.

A number of them are what I would consider to be modern classics in the fandom, so I doubt you’ve missed them, but just in case 😘

And the rest are going under a cut because I am a loquacious so and so (if you couldn’t already tell)

@aphrogeneias writes such a fun, silly, goofy Eddie, but WATCH OUT because he’ll hit you with the feels out of nowhere. rockstar!eddie and his assistant make my knees weak on the regular.

@bettyfrommars has it out for me, specifically. They ruin me over and over and KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH IT (partly because I keep going back but that’s neither here nor there)

@br0ck-eddie is the undisputed reigning champ of soft, sweet eddie. They put out all of these little vignettes that make me feel so warm and gooey inside like I’m literally butter in the microwave.

@jo-harrington’s mind is WILD. I don’t even know how they come up with some of their concepts and I can only imagine what it’s like to create whole universes in your head from nothing.

@lesservillain fucks my brain up every time they post. I learned a whole lotta stuff I never knew about myself from their omegaverse fics 😳 Namely what the omegaverse was…

Read Red String and thank me later.

@littlexdeaths I want to put in my pocket and carry around with me all the time. They will start with just a little blurb and the next thing you know you’re swept away in the current of a whole saga and desperate to find out what happens next.

@lonelysatellites is a devastatingly good writer. I still think about Safe Hands and Bruises and how they altered my fucking brain chemistry. Actually, now that you mention it…I might need to go re-read them…again…

@mrsjellymunson is a radiant ball of light. They write stories that are just FUN and silly and sexy and they deserve only the best 💖

@somnambulic-thing is…an enigma. They have the capacity to write something so emotionally devastating I have to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling for 10 hours about it. Or they will write something that is so silly and lighthearted it makes your belly ache with joy and love.

And then go and write something that is BOTH.

@the-unforgivenn is literally the sweetest soul who ever lived, I think they were a piece of candy in a past life. They write a great Eddie and a great Corroded Coffin (specifically Gareth) became they really nail that band banter/dialogue.

@trashmouth-richie makes me horny and makes me laugh and makes me horny all over again. They write with a real razor sharp wit and confoundingly good smut 😵‍💫

@urhoneycombwitch is so creative, so skilled. They create the kinds of Eddie’s that burrow under your skin and make their home there. Roomate/neighbor!eddie have my heart.

@word-wytch just received a lot of the brunt of my flailing about one of their chapters, so if you haven’t read Don’t Stand So Close To Me - DO IT.

Seriously there are still so many more 😭 But I gotta stop or I’m never gonna actually post this. If you’re reading this and your name isn’t here, it so would be if I had infinite time ♥️ Yes, you.

I did not even touch on my Steve writers???????? (see @stuffedwithsteve for them)

[icallhimjoey]

idk why but I think it would be funny reader stuck in the elevator with joe and reader freaking out bc the elevator stopped while joe is all soft and trying to calm her down

YES excellent – i merged this idea with another request from anon who asked for a story that starts on the tube, so, here we go... a new five-part series! here's part one! thanks for the request, you're well sexy and the best, love ya for life xo Wordcount: 2.6K

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Between Floors and Feelings

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“Rough night?”

You knew what this looked like.

You understood why the person who you'd sat down next to immediately got up and moved a few seats down. Why they avoided the drama of it all.

You understood why the lady opposite you stared at the floor and nothing but the floor, pretending that she hadn't seen you, probably because that would just be easiest for everyone involved, the politest thing to do.

You understood why the handsome stranger at the end of the carriage kept looking over, his big round eyes overflowing with pity for the runaway bride in the dirty dress, mascara stains all down her face and her hair a tangled up mess.

You got it.

You probably would’ve felt the same had you witnessed a girl in a wedding dress sit down in an empty seat, sort of dazed and empty-looking, numb to the stares and whispers – if people even whispered at all; the tube was notoriously quiet, always and forever.

“Rough night?” a boy from a group of four, maybe five, called over, and the rest of them all tried to hide their laughs.

Badly.

It was obvious they’d been drinking and you guessed they were on their way to the next party. Off to find another bar or a club that still let people in after the last tube had gone.

You made direct eye-contact with the kid, and you looked exhausted the way people can only look exhausted after they’ve cried for a good while.

Made sense, since, you know, you’d cried for a good while.

You just looked at this boy, who thought maybe he’d get a reaction out of you, but your lack of expression and unwavering stare quickly made him grow uncomfortable. Made his buddies shove his shoulders as they told him to leave her alone man, suddenly all respectful and well-mannered.

They felt the vibe. None of this was fucking funny.

It was enough to get him to back off, and thank fuck they all got off at Leicester Square – of course they did – and when the doors closed again, you noticed the carriage was mostly empty now.

A glance sideways told you the handsome stranger who’d been sneaking looks at you was still there.

Watching you.

What an outfit to be seen in by someone who had looks that would usually make you sit up a little straighter. Would make you faff with your hair a bit. Would make you stick your chin out and push your shoulders back, just in case he looked at you again.

You absolutely didn’t give a single shit about it now.

Couldn't care less about what you currently looked like.

You knew your face was a mess of streaky foundation with black mascara marks all the way down to your chin and, fuck it, you weren’t even planning on washing it off tonight. You’d wallow in bed and probably would cry some more before you’d fall asleep.

Tomorrow could be the day on which you’d care.

Maybe.

Right now all you’d wanted to do was murder someone, then sleep, and also, empty the rest of your bladder.

Perhaps that was the only thing about tonight that brought you secret joy; the memory of squatting over your boss’s handbag to piss right into it. You had to stop in a scurry when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs and didn’t want to be caught, but, if you had been, ultimately, it wouldn't have mattered.

You had resigned with immediate effect when you'd seen them.

Finding her unguarded handbag on your way out was exactly what she fucking deserved. You knew you'd probably regret it later, but for right now, it was all you fucking had.

The train stopped at Covent Garden, and it took a second for your body to get up to get out. Like the signals your eyes and ears picked up took longer to travel to the right parts of your brain, that then following signals took longer to travel from your brain to the right parts of your body.

You had to lift up your skirt, two fists grabbing at the tulle, to make sure your feet didn't get caught up as you stepped onto the platform.

With the increasingly annoying See It, Say It, Sorted repeating itself for the millionth time within the fourteen minutes you'd been on the tube, the doors beeped behind you before you heard them roll shut.

The platform felt empty, just a couple other people making their way towards the exit, and with your zest for life currently non-existent, the sensation of the wind from the tube leaving felt nice. So, you took a second, just stood there and thought to yourself how long it would take for it to become weird that you weren't moving.

There were just too many things to freak out over, far too much to completely overwhelm you, but it was almost like none of it was real. As if every single survival mechanism your body held within itself had switched on. They all made sure that the only thing you had going inside your brain was a low, constant hum. Nothing else.

It was almost like you weren't even there.

Like the whole evening had been a dream.

Like you didn't even really exist in this moment right now.

Yea. You were definitely dissociating.

You felt like a ghost a little.

One that had to pee, still. That motivated you enough to turn your head, tired heavy-lidded eyes reading the signs to follow them out.

Exit. To the lifts and stairs.

You were nearly home.

Home, where you were definitely 100 per cent going to beeline it straight from your front door right into bed.

Just that thought alone brought you back into yourself a little more, but it was just so you could tear up again. You felt the hot pinpricks behind your eyes and quickly shoved yourself out again.

No more crying, please.

You could just... float down the underground tunnels behind yourself. Follow your own footsteps out of the station. You knew were you lived. You would find yourself there later.

It was fine.

It was after the last theater rush, so for Covent Garden standards, it felt eerily quiet. Not that you were complaining. Waiting for the lifts whilst crushed between a bunch of tourists was the last thing you wanted right now.

But stepping into an empty lift with just one other person stepping in behind you, seeing just a few people step out on the other side, felt weird too.

Especially when you looked, and you saw that the one other person was the handsome stranger from your carriage. He'd apparently gotten off too, and suddenly, you felt embarrassed.

You were wearing a dirty wedding dress. Had black marks all over your face, all over your hands.

He looked fucking stunning. All prim and proper. Vintage-looking tweed green suit. Olive-y green. Gorgeous and well put together, the literal exact opposite from you in your current state. Like, sure, his curls were a little messy, but it seemed part of his look.

As the lift doors closed behind you, the stranger gave you a polite nod accompanied by a tight lipped smile. And you would have returned it, would've made it a kind, well-mannered exchange of acknowledgement, but, you weren't really inside of your body, remember?

All you did was look at him a second, face all blank, and you only slightly noticed that the empathy in his eyes doubled right in front of you before you turned away. You turned and slumped against the side, head resting back, eyes scanning the ads but not really reading anything, and you wondered if these lifts ever got cleaned. If someone ever took a rag and some cleaning solution and wiped down all the panels. By the look of things, probably not.

What if that was your job?

Clean the Covent Garden tube station lifts every day. There were four of them, and you imagined they all could use a good scrub.

You honestly wouldn't mind a job like it. You needed a new job anyway, 't was close to home and you liked the sense of accomplishment cleaning something incredibly dirty gave you. Where you could really see the difference.

You were doing a stellar job at distracting yourself from the current situation you were in. Made sure to stay all the way out of your body. Made sure that this veil that separated you from the real world, that blurred the boundaries between what was real and what was not, made sure that it stayed in place.

You were so close to home.

Wanted to be there right this second.

Fuck, you were so tired.

Maybe your new job could be figuring out this whole teleportation thing. See if you could make that work for yourself.

You didn't realise that your eyes were staring at the man who stood near where the doors were meant to open when you reached ground floor. Just, comfortably locked at the shoulder seam of his jacket.

Even when he turned his head a little for a quick look before he took a small sip from a half empty water bottle, surely because he could sense your two bulging wet eyeballs burn into his back, you didn't move your eyes.

Felt too nice to keep them there.

But then, without warning, there was a sudden jolt. It shocked you right back into your body and you couldn't help the small gasp that escaped you. The lift had come to an abrupt halt, and the lights flickered for a moment before they settled into a dim glow.

Oh no.

“Oh no,” the barely audible sound of your voice surprised you. Your throat still felt thick from crying, and hearing it out loud just reminded you of it more.

“Is it stuck?”

For a second, you thought that maybe, you were wrong.

You made a mistake.

Clearly you weren't really with it right now, so you didn't really trust your senses currently. You didn't really know what was real and what wasn't and found it difficult to differentiate.

But then the guy who was in there with you looked around, and then lowered his head. By the way his eyes moved, you could tell he was trying to listen for something.

“Are we stuck?” you tried again, and his eyes shot up to look at you.

No answer.

Fuck.

A mix of emotions washed over you; disbelief, annoyance, a new good dose of self-pity along with a strong healthy pang of sheer panic.

Cute.

It was kind of exactly how you felt about an hour ago.

If only there was a handbag of someone you really hated to piss into to elevate the situation a little. It helped a lot before.

“I think we're stuck.”

That was exactly the wrong thing to hear and it immediately threw you for a loop.

A panic attack.

The whole ordeal.

Your heart quickened its pace, an unsettling sensation tightened your whole chest and your breathing picked up, became all shallow at a rapid rate. Before you knew it, the box you were now trapped in felt like it was shrinking around you and suddenly you were in a place of imminent danger.

You were inside a mortal trap, a tragedy waiting to happen.

You had to sit down.

But your knees were locked.

You didn't know if the moisture you felt on your face were tears or sweat.

Oh man, it was hot in there. Did this guy feel hot in there too? Jesus Christ, why were wedding gowns so fucking restricting?

You saw how the emergency button was pressed, just once. Sensible. And then this guy waited patiently as he listened to static coming from the little intercom below it.

Well, fuck that.

In your panic you kind of threw yourself at this emergency button and with frantic hands and shaking fingers, you pressed it over and over and over, until two big hands took hold of you and guided your arms down.

“It's OK, don't worry. Help will come,”

Those words meant nothing to you, no matter how kindly they were said.

“Hello?!” you shouted like anyone would hear you, eyes big and darting, and you scanned the rest of the lift for more buttons.

Your phone!

Of course.

You fished your phone out, panicked movements making you nearly drop it.

No service.

Why?!

“Hey, breathe,” the far-too-good-looking-for-his-own-good stranger tried, but you had already slung both arms over your head and got the jitters in your legs, desperately needing to move and so you started pacing.

Two small steps towards the back, two small steps back to where this guy was stood.

“This is just perfect, what the fuck, this is just–” the loud and sudden sob that escaped you made you slap a hand over your mouth.

“Calm down, we're safe, you need to–” he huffed a humourless laugh through his nostrils, all obvious nerves and tense uncomfortability. “You need to breathe,”

And he was right. You did need to breathe. You started feeling light-headed a little, felt your cheeks start to tingle, so you covered your face with both hands and squatted down, making the tulle skirt of your dress take up half the floorspace.

He joined you down there and held out his opened water bottle to you.

“Do you need some water?”

You didn't move your hands as you shook your head no.

“Okay, let me try that again. My name's Joe, I think you're having an anxiety attack, and I think you need some water. Here, have some water,”

“I don't want water.”

It was definitely sweat and tears. You felt clammy and cold but somehow uncomfortably hot at the same time.

“Breathe in, hey,” a finger got snapped in front of your face several times. That didn't do shit. “You're just breathing out, you've got to let air in too.”

And just for a second, the smallest fraction of a teeny tiny moment, everything suddenly cleared up in your mind. Comfort and ease took over and you felt... well, nothing.

Felt like drifting.

You felt everything flush down your body, all the way from your face right into your toes until it was all gone.

Just for a mere second, though.

“I'm fine,” you croaked before everything went slack. You lost your balance, your eyes rolled back and just like that, everything went dark.

“Oh, shit, oh shit,” Joe muttered, moving forward from sitting on his haunches to pressing his knees into the fabric of your dress as he tried to reach for you in a flash.

He got you by the arm, his open water bottle terribly in the way, and his other hand managed to reach around your neck. He got to slowly lower you down, ease you towards the floor entirely unsure of what to do next.

What did he need to do next?!

He was trapped in a tube station lift, on a stop he didn't even need to get out of, with an unconscious runaway bride who'd quite clearly was having the absolutely worst day of her life ever.

What the fuck was he going to do?

Then, behind him, from the corner of the elevator, the intercom static picked up again and was followed by a crackly voice.

“Emergency services, how can we assist you?”

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[fanaticsnail]

Maybe it's just me, but I feel like tumblr has been eating my asks. I sent one to you a little while ago about an idea I thought was pretty funny, but if it's because you didn't feel comfortable answering or just didn't like it, that's totally okay. I won't be upset if you ignore this for your own comfort. I'm sorry if this is coming off as rude in any way, I'm not trying to come off that way, I promise.

The silly idea I had was, considering the beef between Kid and Beckman (probably one-sided all things considered), what would happen if Beckman had a daughter that fell in love with Kid? I'm imagining a "But daddy, I love him!" type of situation.

Reader: But daddy I love him! 🥺

Beckman: 💀 *thinking about buying 20 more packs of cigarettes*

Shanks: *dying of laughter*

Beautiful, darling anon.

Firstly, I swear to you that Tumblr has not eaten your ask. It's sitting very comfortably in my ask box while I covered my hands and muffled the initial scream of joy in my palms. The cogs have been turning ever since, and it's one of those fics that I simply cannot stop thinking about. I am consumed with it so much that I can almost think of nothing else.

Secondly, I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS PROMPT. I TOLD MY MUTUALS ABOUT IT AND I AM PHYSICALLY IMPLODING.

@jintaka-hane - here's the synopsis 😏

I have made an outline, set up several events, and attempted to make it a one-shot to no avail. It has gotten really angsty really quickly, but I am slowly but surely chipping away at it.

Here is the playlist for "But Daddy, I love him." Synopsis below the cut.

Synopsis:

Shanks always knew the risk he took in claiming a single father as the first-mate to his crew - but not ever did he anticipate an experience such as this.

Having you as Beckman's daughter, and apple of his eye, aboard the Red-Force was always a joy. Seeing the growth from a small child in infancy to a woman of such strength and courage was one of the few rays of sun against the storm clouds gathering in the raging sea.

As assistant to Hongo, the doctor aboard the ship, you opted to remain behind to seek and source out medical equipment for resupply while your father and your crew set sail for a month. Two weeks before they were due to return, you adventure to port where you witnessed the sight of a masked man dragging an unconscious, hulking redhead over his shoulder, with blood and bone breaking away at a mutilated and partially decapitated arm.

Immediately snapping into medical survival mode, you usher the two men to your lodgings and begin the horrible task of claiming the rest of this man's arm and suturing up the rest of his scarred flesh. Slipping in and out of consciousness, his tongue and lips would sing nothing but your praises each time he awoke. You bully him, yelling at him to stay put and keep still - and he flirts with you, telling you "yes, ma'am" and "no, ma'am" with as much of a grin as he can grimace through the pain.

When he finally gains full consciousness, you feel safe enough to tell relay to him the exact amount of damage done to his arm. You tell him you recognise the wound as a haki-infused bullet - something you know of intimately well. You know the treatment, you know the damage, and you know how much pain they can bring to an individual far into the future. He gruffly utters his thanks, asks you how much he owes you for treatment, and you simply roll your eyes and leave.

Before you have an opportunity to leave, he tugs at your hand and urges your faces ever closer together, looking up at you through his eyelashes and claiming your lips atop his. The kiss sparks passion, his injured state prompts your actions to remain careful but longing. He ushers you into the bed beside him and shows you just how much passion he can muster with only one arm and his partial strength.

By the end of the fortnight, you're hopelessly in love with one another. He offers you a place on his crew, and you inform him you already have one. As he reaches the pier where his ship is being repaired, you see your vessel on the horizon. He hooks his arms over your shoulder, first narrows his eyes before immediately widening them in shock.

As you point out your vessel to him, his lips part in shock. He has not only slept with a pirate rivalling his crew, but he has slept with the daughter of a man who claimed his arm from him. And he was in love with you. Desperately and unapologetically in love with you.

And you were none the wiser, only seeing your dad and your family sailing into bay to take you on their next journey.

IT HAS BEEN ON MY MIND EVER SINCE, AND I WANT TO KNOW MORE BEFORE I EXPLODE.

Anyway, that's just me. Thank you for your beautiful prompt, I am chip chip chipping away 🖤

[cnnmairoll]

Hello!

I would like to request Gepard, Dan Heng, and Welt when the reader uses flirty pick up lines on them after getting into a relationship? I tend to do this after someone becomes my partner, but not before dating lol

Thank you and have a wonderful morning/night!

-🌸

Flirty Pick-Up Lines

Character(s) : Gepard, Dan Heng, Welt Genre : Fluff a/n : Sure thing 🌸anon ! Happy that people are requesting (ㅅ´ ˘ `), hope you like this one, first time writing for welt !! Reminder that request is always open so feel free to send me an ask!

One day, as the sun painted the sky in hues of gold, you decided it was time to put your plan into action. Your heart raced as you approached Gepard, who was intently inspecting the edge of his finely honed blade, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"Hey, Gepard," you began, your voice carrying a touch of playfulness that was rare in your encounters. He glanced up, those striking eyes of his locking onto yours. "Do you have a map? I just got lost in your eyes."

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Gepard blinked, a faint flush creeping up his cheeks. His grip on the sword tightened almost imperceptibly, and his usually composed demeanor faltered. You could see the gears turning in his head, processing your words with a mixture of bewilderment and a hint of embarrassment.

"Um, well," he stammered, his usual eloquence deserting him. "I… uh, I don't… I mean, that's not…" His words stumbled over each other, his face turning a shade of red that rivaled the setting sun.

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you watched Gepard, the formidable captain, transform into a flustered mess right before your eyes. It was a side of him that few had the privilege to witness – the dorky, endearing vulnerability that made your heart flutter.

Finally regaining some semblance of composure, Gepard cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze as he mumbled, "I, uh, I've never been very good with… uh, those kinds of things."

Your heart swelled at his adorable confession. He might be a fierce warrior on the battlefield, but when it came to matters of the heart and flirtation, he was just as uncertain as anyone else. It was a delightful contrast to his usual composed self.

With a chuckle, you reached out to gently touch his arm, your touch coaxing him to meet your eyes again. "Don't worry, Gepard. I think you're doing just fine."

His eyes held a mix of relief and gratitude as he managed a small smile in return. "Well, I, uh, appreciate your understanding."

As the two of you shared that moment, a bond formed between you – one that transcended the roles of captain and warrior. It was a connection that hinted at a future filled with laughter, warmth, and the sweet enchantment of being true to yourselves, both as noble protectors and as two people discovering the joy of love.

As the train journeyed through the cosmos, you mustered the courage to do something you'd never done before – flirt. Your usual words of camaraderie were replaced by a playful spark in your eyes and a creative pick-up line on your lips.

"Hey Dan Heng, are you made of copper and tellurium?" you quipped, unable to contain your amusement.

He glanced at you with an arched eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his otherwise stoic expression. "Copper and tellurium? That's an unusual combination."

A mischievous smile played on your lips as you continued, "Because you're Cu-Te, and you've definitely got a magnetic pull on me."

The silence that followed felt weighty, as if the entire universe held its breath. Then, a shift – a subtle softening in his eyes, a faint hue of pink tinging his cheeks. It was a reaction you hadn't quite anticipated, but it sent a flutter through your chest.

Dan Heng's lips quirked upward, a sign of a smile hidden within his calm demeanor. "I must admit, that's quite the creative line."

Emboldened by his response, you leaned in slightly, your voice lowering to a conspiratorial tone. "You know, I've been saving that one just for you."

His gaze held yours for a moment, his quiet intensity a language of its own. "Is that so?"

The surprise on his face soon gave way to a soft smile, one that was reserved for your eyes only. It was as though he had let down his guard just a fraction, letting you glimpse the vulnerability that he kept hidden from the world.

"Your pick-up lines are as unconventional as your methods," he spoke up, amusement dancing in his gaze.

You grinned, feeling an exhilarating rush at his reaction. "I figured I'd try something new," you quipped, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over you.

Dan Heng's gaze remained fixed on you, his usual stoicism now softened by a newfound warmth. "You have a way of surprising me, [Y/N]," he admitted, his voice carrying a tenderness that echoed in the air.

A shy smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "I guess that's one of the perks of being around, isn't it?" you replied playfully, your heart swelling with affection.

Dan Heng nodded, a genuine smile gracing his features – a sight that you had come to cherish. "Indeed, it seems so," he conceded, his cool facade slipping away further to reveal the person he reserved solely for you.

Leaning casually against the railing beside him, you flashed a playful smile. "Hey, Welt, are you a campfire? Because you're hot and I want s'more."

A hint of surprise danced in Welt's brown eyes, his cheeks dusted with the faintest tinge of pink. He cleared his throat, the corners of his lips quirking up as he responded with a charming seriousness, "Well, I must say that's quite the unique comparison."

You chuckled, trying to hide your own flustered state. "I thought you might appreciate a little creativity."

Welt's gaze remained locked on you, his brow raised ever so slightly. "Oh, I appreciate it, believe me. But, if you're comparing me to a campfire, then you must be the spark that started it all."

Your heart skipped a beat, his words sending a delightful shiver down your spine. It seemed that your pick-up line had caught him off guard in the best way possible. The two of you shared a moment, your eyes locked in a dance of unspoken emotions.

Welt's fingers toyed with the edge of his notebook, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You know, I've been sketching our adventures in here. But I think I'll need a special section just for this particular moment."

Your cheeks grew warmer at his words, and you decided to steer the conversation away from the edge of fluster. "I'd be honored to be immortalized in your sketches."

Welt's smile turned softer, his gaze lingering on you. "I'll make sure to capture every detail perfectly."

As the two of you continued to chat, the air around you seemed to hum with newfound excitement. While Welt maintained his composed demeanor, you could see the playful glint in his eyes that betrayed his true feelings.

[hotvintagepoll]

i’ve sent in like four gushy anon asks throughout this whole poll, for i am a coward, but a very sincere one.

i have meant every single one of those asks completely genuinely because you, admin, have brought an incredible joy to my life.

to be completely honest, i don’t know who many of these people were, and i likely won’t have the time or emotional bandwidth to get to know many of them through their careers.

however, it has been a uniquely pleasurable experience to see so many people try and make sure that one of their special people make it to the next round of this tournament.

the voters of these polls are utterly sincere in their hopes that these vintage beauties of theirs make it to the next round with reckless abandon, and even when they’re absolutely crushed by a loss they continue on.

it’s simply an incredible environment to witness and participate in, and i cannot thank you enough for all that you do to keep this poll up and running.

i hope that you get just as much sincere joy as i do from this poll, for you’ve truly done something special with it.

<3 Thank you!